Beneath the Rainlit Moon” 🌙

One of the fantasies to be desired to live is being consumed by you in the driver’s seat, being still quietly at one corner of a rain-soaked valley.

Amidst the wilderness and silence, where our breaths are the only sound beneath the amber warmth of the cabin light, where the air carries nothing but the soft effervescence of vanilla while every nerve sparkles with restless impulses. Raindrops keep tapping against the window glass, while the shining edges of the mountains hide us from the dewy glow of the lustful moon trying to peek through the clouds.

I rest on your lap, completely drowned in your eyes, while slowly my eyelids begin to meet each other and my mind drifts somewhere beyond the atmosphere, as though the rest of the universe has forgotten to exist.

Your arm is wrapped around my waist, just above my silk shirt, while your fingers linger along the curve of my back, holding me with that tremendous kind of gentleness that slowly weakens all my defenses. One of my palms can feel your heartbeat beneath the breathtakingly tender yet strong muscles revealed through your half-open shirt, where your chest almost seems desperate to break free into the night air.

Our lips hover barely apart, open for each other, just enough to aid our shaky lungs. Your eyes and smile cannot resist adoring my breathless panting, while my thoughts lie buried beneath the moonlight.

boundaries got ignored.