My Poetry and the Like

An Evening in the Moonlight (not exactly a poem)

The cool night air brushed across my peachy skin causing goose bumps to rise and spread over my body.
My eyes flit open to the pale face of the moon and the beauty of the Earth’s neighbor reflected in my love’s face.
I stroked her smooth cheek and found it to be damp where the morning dew had kissed her milky skin.
The warm blanket beneath us provided soothing warmth and protection from the green blades of grass.
She turned, a smile spread across her face as delicately as a butterfly’s wings.
I ran my fingers over her immaculate arm as softly as a newborn kitten.
Her eyes opened and the thick mapley brown of them warmed my heart and she leaned against me, her thick, curly, auburn hair bounced against my shoulder. Her long, lean fingers played with mine and she smiled at me with sun-challenging warmth.
She kissed me on the cheek and stood.
She stretched out like a cat then sadly looked at me.
With a light kiss on the top of my head, she bounded off with gazelle-like grace.
I watched after her until I could no longer feel her comforting presence leaving me to my lonesome self.