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Moonlight comes pouring through my window.
Permeating through my bedroom is the sweet aroma of the night.
I am awakened by the sensuous, playful kisses of my evening lover.
Man on the moon gently takes my hand,
leading me up the winding staircase of moonlit beams to the heavens.

He bids open a portal to a dream so lovely--so romantic--
that when the time comes for him to
carry me up into the chariot of Apollo,
whom brings me back to my earthly dwelling,
I beg him not to let me go,
to keep me wrapped up in his arms.
But my time has come, he says, to return to my toils;
He promises to come back for me later in the shadows.

Each night I await and he makes good on his promise,
taking me to new heights to explore
the depths of our passion in the still secret of the night
'til the nightengale arouses us and the dawn breaks forth;
once again I must scuttle before the light exposes us.