it's as if you were born of summer with your sun-touched skin
and your wide warm smile as if you held a strawberry in your warm mouth,
its sweet juices coating your tongue. your hair moves in the breeze like the spear grass
that sways in the sand dunes. your brown eyes love dusk when you walk the beach,
sandals in hand, bidding your time with the setting sun.

then you see her, the girl with the silver hair, who was at the beach fire last night
and sang Joni a cappella: ”I could drink a case of you, and still be on my feet?”
even by the firelight you felt her eyes on you as the tones of her voice
made the blond hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention.  opening your eyes,
her voice still reverberating in your ears, and she was gone

suddenly the silver-haired girl is behind you, her siren voice in your right ear,
“I am Luna, you make me want to speak with the tongue of poetry,
yet even if my tongue were enchanted, I would not find the words to testify
 to your mysterious beauty.   even though we might not meet again
to touch love’s meaning would be to spend but one night in your arms.“ 

you feel her cool hand on your hip and know you must follow her.
she leads you by the hand into the dunes and into a small cabana
where a makeshift bed of pillows awaits. you feel Luna’s mouth
on your neck, her hands cup your breasts, fingers roll your nipples and you gasp
you feel as though you are making love on the moon, as her mouth finds yours.

Luna lowers you to the bed yet it feels as though you float off the ground.
her legs wrap around you, breasts, nipples touching, your lungs
gasp for air as Luna’s fingers party your cunt lips to explore your wet folds
you are so wet when her fingers enter.  your body arches toward the huge moon.
her tongue orbits your quivering clit, you can’t hold back the tide of your climax.

desire owns you through and through, it sweeps the two of you away.
this strange woman, her pale skin cool to the touch, has captured you completely.
two human flames on a bed in the dunes, your tongue dives into her wetness
and swirls until she releases her juices on your thirsty tongue. that's when you
you tell her she will never have to sing alone, with fire reflected in her grey eyes.