Soaked inside Moon's maddening glow
His hands, how they love to touch me. . .
He tastes of Heaven and fire below,
I surrender my love's final question.
Our lips spill passion's
frenzied wine; insatiable;
intense beyond limits of
my dazzled mind.
We're incendiary enough to
blaze night time skies;
Phantoms dancing in
Moon's Sapphire eyes. . .
His combustible heat
consumes me. . .












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