I forget my name when I'm with you.

What does it matter, for we are nameless, formless shapes in the night.

My spirit is fueled by your embrace, my body made whole by your languid presence beside me.

I caress your face, then turn to caress hers. She buries her face in my neck and I feel your vise-like grip on my shoulder.

In this moment, there is no heaven above us, nor hell below. There is only our bodies, their warmth and their ecstasy.

My eyes close, my mouth opens. I shudder, struck by the electricity of your touch. Her tongue touches mine, our lips meet. Her hand wanders down, down, down.

I stroke her waist, her smooth hip, her fleshy thigh. I pull her in and feel her melt against my steaming skin.

I knock at the door of her chamber and she welcomes me. I enter with reverence and delight.

My movements rock her like the ocean's gentle yet steadfast waves. She wraps her arms around my neck seeking refuge from the torrent below.

Soon she vibrates below me, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations. I am close and my breath comes faster as I summit the mount.

Though my energy is spent, I find my interest piqued once more when you grab my thigh and I feel your hot breath on my neck. You kiss me again and again on my neck and shoulders and face. You embrace me from behind and I feel a growing warmth spreading downward from my belly. You whisper in my ear, words that can only be uttered by lovers in the night, words that melt me, and make me your own. You nuzzle my face and I feel your mustache, plump lips, and your beard. Your strong arms hold mine and I feel simultaneously safe and in peril.

I open myself to you and you fill me. Our worlds collide with a devastating implosion and I forget all but this moment and the smell of you.

What is my name? It no longer matters for I have become one with this man and this woman. I have lost my identity to the all consuming fire of our desire, the satiating bliss of our consummation.

Nameless, our figures dance and meld under the cover of night.