Moon Stroke

Filled with emotions while we walked,
a long stroll around the short shoreline while we talked.

From above the full moon were sending beams of silver,
A soft color reflected gently in your hair.

The warm feelings circled in my mind,
the words was hard to find.

With my cheeks in blushing,
All veins open and blood rushing.

Far away rhythms sounded,
A bass constantly pounded.

The sea fragrance blended with perfume,
Was hitting my nostrils loom.

I felt a warm and dizzy at the seams,
Moonbeams, conversations blended themes.

Wishing for a swim covered in beams,
In the pale light of Moon dreams.

In the water only naked feet's,
I could almost hear our heart beats.

The full moon was drawing out the witches,
Vivid they were dancing over the low ditches.

Let join the rhythm and the dance,
Let float around in love trance.

Gently touches warm strokes,
while we were exchanging jokes.

This poem was a part of a weekend challange in the Kite Runner Club