Beyond the Touch

The full moon is calling with echoes true
of souls bleeding heart songs to fill the night,
with senses wide open they cuddle and coo
like newborn preambles to smell and sight.
 
As tree limbs dance softly, they sway in pace,
together the motion inveigles lust, 
a delicate balance; leather and lace
surrenders to couples evolving trust.
 
In twinkles of moon glow, a canvas rich
as silhouette movements swirl into dawn,
of longing and stroking, a carnal twitch
is savored and cherished, then soon is gone.
 
How deep are the feelings beyond the touch,
the mind left to ponder feelings as such.