Moonlight And You
The moon touches, Upon my skin, My body tingles, From deep within. Thoughts of you, So easily found, Bodies entangled, Upon the ground. Moving together, In heated rush, Coming together, With flaming lust. Mouths touch with hunger, Feeds the fire, Heavenly release, Of burning desire. Thoughts of you, Brings a warm rush, My needs released, With Artistic touch. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 09:01 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 18 • 0 • 16
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"The moon touches, ..."