Star-crossed and aching,

These two young lovers meet,

Upon their balcony,

She, too perfectly wicked,

Made up, sweet.

She knows just what she will get,

For her flirtation,

His heart and soul,

Delivered on a plate,

Evident in his sigh,

As she unbuttons his fly,

And curls her fingers,

Around his burning heat.

The passion of summer,

Crickets singing in the night,

Waves not so far away,

The swell, like unstoppable love,

Crashing.

Who watches these lovers as they kiss?

And tease

So deep and slow?

In moonlight,

Their desires show,

Tongues entwined,

Fingers through slick hair,

Muscles pressed,

Against her flimsy dress,

The curves of her passion,

Will lead to an inevitable conclusion.

Who watches these young lovers cling?

And dreams of them,

As their own desire grows.

Who watches these young lovers cling?

And craves them more,

As they disappear from view?

2016