It was one of those nights br when the moon was a bright token, br a silver coin that we would spin br and on its fall, win - always win - br the love that in the day we'd spoken of, br the long moonbeams silvering br your shoulder as you turned to me, br our faces separate only in name br and then not that... our fingers br searching skin and finding br satin, rippling muscle, softness br of hair and lips, effortless flow, br limbs suddenly fitting spaces... br congruent... inevitable... br pleasure arriving br like a long-awaited guest br invited in... br making conversation wordless, br intense... br moonlit... br one of those nights.