SACRED SATISFACTION

The night sternly stared
at our bodies, boldly bare.
The piercing eyes of darkness...
nakedness in its sharpness.
The night lustfully listened
to our moans as we sinned.
A naughty kind of noise
blessed with perfect poise.
The night watched as she stood.
Obviously, she's also in the mood.
An exhausting escapade.
Ecstasy was on a sexual parade.
We didn't bother about the night.
We continued our friendly fight.
A fight without a weapon...
a war of frantic fun.
Happy tears from our eyes...
just like the rain from the skies.
An accomplished interaction.
The stroll of a sacred satisfaction.

By Mc Shapiro