Tonight is the night.

Tonight is the night.

A huge four-poster bed,
With lavender gauzy curtains and white fluffy mattress,
In dim moonlight through the half-opened window,
And soft, warm sea breeze filling the room.

It was a perfect picture of solitude.

Until
Two figures were seen.
Slow movements and heavy breaths.

The air was too charmed to hold back the desires.

They wanted the same thing,
To be loved and be in love.

One Playful push,
And he fell bouncing on long-awaited bed.
She gracefully saddled him,
His hands were immediately tracing her velvety smooth skin,
Her arms around his neck and his face buried against her.

As she lowered herself,
She felt him within her
Deeper, closer than she thought was ever possible.

The night then witnessed,

As they made love
Holding each other, in the ambience of endless passion and sweet fragrance.