Love under the Crescent Moon

Lips of fire press against my face, romantic moments
on the swing beneath a big oak tree
vivacious kisses long and slow, and lovers meet
every Friday night by the rivers bed


Until tonight I never saw the singing owl
nestle in the crest of our special tree as
dawn descend upon two sleeping souls, awaken by
early sunrise penetrates dark clouds, dazed
red eyes saying, I love you, I love you more

Tongues’ yearn for passion fire and physical approach
hunger for love touches with gentle hands and
eager embraces amid red and white thorny roses

Challenging moments, no longer matters when
ruby cheeks glow with smiles of affection and
ecstasy stimulating tender bodies makes
sensual touches ever warmer, ripples move increasingly
closer before us, bringing in its ocean waves, surging
ever nearer under our feet, thinking there’s
nothing to say, but, I love you, I love you more, the
twilight rolls away from under moonlit heavens

Many have riches, jewels, and frame, I’m not concern
our sweet love is a treasure, and his
open caring heart with special talks, worth more than these
nothing to say, just, I love you, I love you more