This is very concise and yet captures the whole story of a relationship, beauty and money can never be a good basis for a lasting relationship right?

very nice, i hope you find a lot of short passages to read then,

I have always loved a full moon. There is nothing on earth that compares to a night illuminated by the soft yet intense glow of a full moon. Ordinariness becomes mystery. The silver light magically transforms every thing until every corner looks like an adventure about to happen.

There is a full moon tonight. I am standing in a hotel balcony looking up at t. the silver glow shows a sleepy city, dusty streets look bright and promising. The few people left wandering the streets look like exotic shadows.

There is soft music in the air. I wonder where it’s coming from. A slight breeze, cool and dry, blows gently; it ruffles my hair, caresses my skin and moulds the white silk of my nightgown to my slender body. I feel like a goddess, a moon goddess, exotic, beautiful and privy to the secrets of the night.

From far off there is a faint chant, a call to prayer. In the distance I can see the minarets of a famous mosque hundreds of years old. I want to go inside it and trace my fingers over the Arabic script I know covers the walls but I doubt that I will be allowed.

The breeze caresses me again and I shiver in anticipation. My finger tips tingle. Hey have been tingling all day. I wonder how long it will take before he comes and as I think about what will happen after my whole body shivers again in anticipation.

I hear steps outside the door and as I turn towards it, it opens and there he is, tall and handsome. He is still wearing the slacks and short sleeves he wore earlier when we went to the dining room to eat grapes. He looks magnificent as always. Whenever I see him I can’t help but admire this man who I love and who by some divine favour is also in love with me.

I go and hug him, I always do that. I like touching him, I like being held close to his warm strong body. I like being enveloped in the scent of his skin. I feel his arms enfold me and I think about the fact that tonight I am going to be as physically close to him as it is for two people to be and I sigh happily.

“What have you been doing” he asks. He is smiling down at me and has that teasing glint in his eyes.

“Nothing” I say. I am suddenly shy. I want to be sultry and seductive but I can’t help feeling like the inexperienced virgin I really am.

He leaves me and goes to the dressing table. He removes the things I is pocket, one by one, his wallet, cardholder, phone “you wouldn’t believe what the manager said to me” he says.

“What” I ask as he removes his watch. I once read that watching a man remove is watch before sex is a tender turn on for women. I go to the bed and continue watching him.

“He said that you, my dear, are a treasure and that treasures like you are elusive, he advised me never to let you get away”

By now he is unbuttoning his shirt, I can’t believe how shy I am, and it’s not like I’ve never seen him shirtless before. I can’t meet his eyes, I can’t look at his lips and when he pulls off the shirt and walks towards me my heart starts to race so much I think it mayfly out of my chest.

He sits beside me on the bed and runs a hand through my hair “so, what do I have to do to make sure you don’t try to get away”

“I don’t now” I manage with a shaky breath, the butterflies in my stomach are fluttering madly and I know that if this continues in the next few minutes I will faint.

His hand moves down over my shoulder and down my arm, then he pulls me close in a little hug. My heart is still racing and I’m sure he can feel it. He draws me closer until our faces are so close and then he kisses me.

Warmth and tenderness, I can’t help it. I want more. My hands start t move, tentatively up his arms, his shoulders, his chest his back. His tongue probes my mouth as the kiss deepens, his hands are on my thighs, he lifts my nightgown up until I have to shift and lift my arms so he can pull it over my head.

I’m naked underneath I hear his sudden intake of breath, he is looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, he looks entranced, I want to smile, so I do.

He pushes me gently until I am lying on the bed then he removes his trousers, through his boxers I can see the rigid line on his erection. He lies on the bed beside me and traces a finger across my collar bone down towards my bosoms.

“How do you feel” he asks.

“Good” I nod.

He moves his hand down over my stomach and stops, I breath deeply he leans over me and kisses me again, then starts to move downwards, my chin, my neck and then I feel his hands cover my bosoms, I sigh deeply, I have been waiting for this, I think, all my life.

His lips continue their slow trail of kisses over my skin, until he covers my unmentionable with his mouth. I react in shock but he doesn’t stop Oh God, oh sweet God! My stomach feels heavy, between my thighs I can feel my body moving of its own accord. My hands are around his neck pulling him closer.

He moves to my other bosom, his head moves and he uses his tongue so gently, I feel I may die any minute.

He moves until he is lying between my legs. The boxers have come off and I can feel how hard he is against my thigh. His free hand moves over my stomach, my thighs and then starts to probe the very centre of my being.

I lose power over my body. I can only moan helplessly as he turns my blood to liquid pleasure, surely this must be heaven or somewhere close, I cant see anymore, I cant breath, my brain is about to explode and then it does into a hundred million pieces. Oh God!

When I focus again he is smiling. I smile back, I feel like a woman, but I know this is not all. I want more so I pull his head down and kiss him. As he moves I spread my legs a little wider.

“Ready? He asks

I nod

The pressure is slight at first, he is being careful, I pull him closer, he moans and enters further, the pressure mounts and I start to feel a slight discomfort, he is looking into my eyes, I nod to encourage him, he seems to be finding it difficult to hold back and he plunges right in.

“Oh!” I exclaim. It is damn painful.

“Are you all right?”

“Hmm mmn” I nod.

He starts to move, the pain starts to fade and is replaced by pleasure, slight pressure which starts to mount until all my senses are concentrated in that place, my life depends on his thrusting. It can’t be happening again so soon, but it is and it does. The earth shatters for me, I scream, he groans and then the room is silent except for the short gasps coming from the both of us.

“I love you” I say.

“I love you” he replies.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, the cool night air cools our bodies rapidly and soon we are breathing normally. Through the window I can see the moon still full and white as it was an hour ago. It’s not the same moon though, nothing is the same. The whole world has changed, nothing is the same. I’m a woman now.

, This is a poem by the english poet Edmund Spenser, right, ?

Our love shall live and later life renew, great poem

This reminds me of many religious leaders in our poor country,

God loves a cheerful giver
but not a lowly beggar', that was profound.