Michigan: Reflecting House and Cuddy's One Night
MICHIGAN
The sound of silence befalls the night,
but her eyes like diamonds sparkle in the moonlight.
Her skin soft as silk to the touch,
wets my appetite of passion, fulfilling me much.
Each breathless gasp leaves our hearts racing,
in sync like a band we are in rhythmic pacing.
He stirs my soul setting my heart on fire,
as in this moment he is my one desire.
With each touch he pleases me,
in impassioned ecstasy.
Our bodies move, sending our longings free,
feeling each rush of this electricity.
Each sound of sensual delight escaping her lips
sends my pulse racing with each caress of her hips.
We move in strokes like that of oarsmen,
performing motions considered only a sin.
For our dance causes great elation,
and within our chests a thumping palpitation.
He makes my insides blaze burning hot,
as I wish for him to never stop.
Like a tiger caged I am,
in throws of fervor with this mysterious, brilliant man.
He makes the rocks move beneath my feet,
with his lustful, burning heat.
As this story reaches its climactic ending,
neither one of us pretending,
each drop of water a symbol of satisfaction
with this unexpected attraction,
just one look and our eyes locked hypnotic
leading to a night erotic.
A memory of Michigan we share making each day bright,
as we reflect upon that one unforgettable night.
For when night escaped with the rising sun,
our bodies became not two but one.
Today as we look at each other's face,
we see the past is not erased.
For we play a game where the goal is winning,
a night of passion again and a new beginning.