For A… the moon asked me to love you.

the moon was helping me that night
its probing fingers playing
through the sheer curtain
now brightening her straining torso
now riding down her stiffened nipple
and climbing the sweet arch of her neck
I loved her, so open, unguarded
I knew the sign of her apex in the silence
always her lips would purse outwards
exaggerated and involuntary and expectant
then I knew the moment, to lift her legs up gentle
and curl her feet back above her breasts
she was supple and straining, sweet empath
then improvising the apropos rhythm
I gave to her with selfless attention
and cared not for my own situation
losing even awareness of my organ
in the wrapping comfort of her soft ecstacy
and we slept soon in a mindless warm hugging
till some hours later
when my complicit moonlight roused me
and I spent a short eternity
rapt in the gazing at her contented smiling
aglow in the silvery night
though she was not here, not really
rather worlds away in a dreamscape
but my comrade burned her face in my bloodstream
and gently bathed her wispy gown and curls
just long enough that I make me this memory
sensing full well the cause of her joy
and permitted me an instant’s satisfaction
against the trespass of cold karma later on