The Moon is a Sensual Lover

Full Moon by @Aronvisuals

The Moon is a sensual lover. She whispers through the shutters, Her silvery words melting my heart. Like a Juliet to her Romeo, I must answer. Drawn by her beams,  Seduced by her shine. And for this moment I am hers and she is mine.

The Moon is a sensual lover. She caresses my face through the window. She looks deep into my eyes and shows me The wonders of the night. She goes for my mind And plants a kiss on my imagination. How can I refuse such sweetness?

The Moon is a sensual lover. And this night, there is none above her. She rips away my worries. My hardened words she parries, The thoughts of the day, she seeks. To find that, which of sadness, reeks. And with a wanton wave of her shine, She wipes away these worries mine. Then she proceeds to kiss me deep, As though she would my tongue keep. I feel her warmth, her passion, her ire, And I respond with deep desire. And take her there, beams and all. And keep her there, till morning’s call. And through my dreams she sings her song, Of night, Of beauty and stars sing along. I can only stop and stare, And marvel at beauty so rare.

The Moon is a sensual lover. Though in the morning she is gone. I know I’ll be smiling all along. Waiting for the blissful night to come, To get her kisses, and then some.

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