Gay Erotic Stories

When last we made love the stars danced above. The wind whispered soft through the trees. She held me, and I was instantly transported To a world of dreams full of warmth of peace. She kissed me, and I felt fire burning wild Building deep inside shining in my eyes Anxious for release. When last we two stood, the pale swollen moon Was filling the room with its glow. I touched her, traveling over and under her with my fingertips and my trembling lips. I kissed her, sensing her strong urgency As she took her place - then she set the pace of our sweet embrace - When last we made love.