a wolf-like possessive bite

She loved the outdoors as much as he did.
The difficulty being for them both to synchronise their times.  The heavens, when the first star appears and the rising of the moon....a marvel they both reveled in.
They both shared a fascination for natures cycle
...how all worked without fail
...setting and rising
...dying
...being born
...seasons coming and going
...winds and rainfalls

 ...and if there was anything imperfect or wrong in nature...it just seemed to be right.

Dusk fell and tonight was the night...an eventual realisation of sharing  his patio in her company...witnessing the rising of the moon near 9pm. 
She was one of light
...but not harsh light...sedate, serene, quietly lighting that around her.
She was his firefly...he, attracted in her reserved shine...she, always looking in and absorbing what she saw, heard, read.....and then repeating all she had learnt, asking him what he thought of her opinion.

He loved how she made him feel part of her world...a world strange to him....she lived life....she enjoyed life....no excuse for anything that she did...taking cognizance to defend the weak and stand firm against adversity.
Sometimes he wondered if she even knew who she was or, rather , what she was....she seemed to defy the term 'adhering to a societal code of conduct' in most she did...pushing the boundaries of all she knew to be real and acceptable...and still managing to stay within the acceptable.
....no excuse for her shortcomings or mistakes...taking ownership of all she did.

And as he joined her on the patio, 
she beckoned him to inhale her scent 
she beckoned him to caress her nakedness 
she asked him to kiss her soft 
she asked him to lay her down and as the moon rose in  the eastern skies...
she let him kiss her deep and take her full and hear her groan and moan....

a wolf-like possessive bite into his neck as he sunk deeper and deeper into her warmth.

...the moon rose high...
lovers arched in receipt of its rays.

RB.