Sky of black satin, stars of white lace,delicate lingerie caressing the voluptuous of the newly risenfull moon.

There is fire in the heart...
in the mind and in the hands that caress without touching
who perceive sensations when sliding on the skin,
in a rhythmic dream that gasps non-stop,

Last night I jumped when I felt your touch on my skin,
Last night you were a light that illuminated my silence.
It was you, it was me, it was both of us, it was us,
you and me, one only, for an infinite moment.