Playful butterfly kisses
on a midsummer's night.
Looking one another in the eyes,
holding each other tight.

Blue to blue, oceans revealed.
A sudden wave, golden in nature,
though, once cradled and concealed,
has finally crashed through.

The two star-crossed lovers,
eyes, longingly connected,
had a familiar feeling that night,
though never expected.

When it came upon that beautifully black night,
a first kiss, one of many.
Lust filled eyes, surveying the other
as they both glimmered in the soft moonlight.

As soft hands touched
and warm bodies pressed together,
the first "I love you"
admitted in tandem
was softly uttered...

Softer than a feather.