Tide

She watched as the blue moon toyed with his movements. He danced for her never taking one moment to relax. He danced the rhythmic tune of his own melody and she watched in awe as his masculinity move expertly to such a precise song as his own. and he watched her intent on a lasting impression. Wanting her so badly his very nature called her to him. He was warm to the thought, alluring and mesmerizing. Yet bitter and harsh to the first touch. Unwavering he moved never misstepping as he deliberately stalked her. Slow agonizingly slow he closed in like predator to the all knowing prey. Accepting her fate she moved closer to him then drew back slightly from his harsh roar. He was the only constant she knew. Always there. always magnificently alive. Never a promise unkept; with him nothing was absolute but his unpredictable appetite for more. Finally she moved in. Ignoring his cold grip. Escaping in the crashing masculinity of his voice. He surrounded her and left no privacy between them. His bold intimacy took her last breath. His hold on her was great and she knew nothing else but him. With no choice left in the matter and even less care, finally she gave way to the tide.