Dance with the Moon on a moonlit night


I braided the moon’s golden locks,
painted her nails and applied gloss,
blew on them till they dried,
embraced her and danced the night:
twirled her body, made her moan,
and with my fire, passionately she shone.

She hung from my neck,
naked, lustful, our eyes met.

I kissed her chin and made her smile,
wrung her wrists and made her whine,
whence her beauty flowed like wine,
I bathed that night in her dry moonshine.

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