Howling at the Moon

Last night

wrapped within the warmth of your arms

forgetting that there were others around

my moans became a wailing tune

as you made me howl to the moon.

Twisting and turning

sheets entangled with legs

mouths reaching

senses bleeding

as we became one.

Lost

our moans filled the house

forgetting how thin the walls can be

let’s just say

this morning with red face

I felt so awkward

as everyone pretended they had heard nothing.

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