Short Stories and Poems

By the light of the moon

My gods, he is beautiful. More beautiful then the moon when it rises in the night sky. More beautiful then the moon when it reflects it's beauty on a cold lake. More beautiful then when we danced on the moonlit beach that summers night. When we embraced each other, I knew that he was going to be the one to ruin me. When I first tasted him, I knew his beauty ran deep for it showed in his every gene. We spent that night together, on that moonlit beach. Wrapping in each others arms we both knew this is where we both belonged but where we both couldn't be. Where we shouldn't be. Either of us cared where we were supposed to be. All that matter was that the stars were aligned and we could be here together. His eyes matched the color that reflected on that summer lake. His hair was as dark as the trees in the skyline being backlit by that beautiful moon. His skin felt like silk was his fingers ran over my goose-bumped arms and legs. We never said anything to each other. Not one single word. We didn't need to. We knew every word that was to be spoken before it was said.