Chance Meeting

This is the second of three poems, and in my mind directly follows "Wandering at Dusk".

A meeting of chance,
Captured in a few hones hours
His charm envelops her every thought
Delving into the rapture of the moment

The intrigue of his darkness leaves
her wanting
Each tough tempting to cross
the threshold into ecstasy
Her beauty enticing his deepest desires
Craving a salvation only obtained
through their time together

His gentle hands slowly trace
the outline of her body
She pulls him closer to feel his
warm skin against her own
A near silent gasp echoes
throughout the room
As he delicately finds his way
inside her

The fire in his eyes inducing
her hunger
Moving in unison, fulfilling
all of their fantasies
Culminating in a moment
of undeniable pleasure

Breathless and completely satisfied
Resting in each others arms, never
wanting to leave
Guarding her as she sleeps,
strangers no longer
He smiles as she wakes.