Exposed fantasies

Often do I relish one of my fantasies more than the others.

For it is on a forlorn island, my first lovemaking!

Postured with him under the moonlight along the shore,

the pleasure ensembling to the rhythm of the crashing waves,

the muffled voices carried by the chirping of the birds,

to be lost somewhere in the thin air of the ocean. 

For it is on the forlorn island, my first lovemaking!