When Her Moonflower Cascades At Midnight

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Her thighs, a moonflower opens—inhales the breath of night,

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.

I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—

Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.

 

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.

Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.

Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.

Her breasts, moons, kissed by shadows—my lips lust for their tidal pull tonight.

 

Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.

Her body, a blank page, turns—lioness eyes, lips parting petals, her bloom’s heat, my gift.

Her breasts, moons, kissed by shadows—my lips lust for their tidal pull tonight.

My thighs, dew falls—her sighs, a warm ocean mist, our bodies, drift.

 

Her body, a blank page, turns—lioness eyes, lips parting petals, her bloom’s heat, my gift.

On windswept shores, we become as one, night birds harmonize ecstasy’s cries.

My thighs, dew falls—her sighs, a warm ocean mist, our bodies, drift.

Bodies crash, endless waves—thighs veiled in moonlit bliss, our nectar sipped, two fireflies.

 

On windswept shores, we become as one, night birds harmonize ecstasy’s cries.

Bodies crash, endless waves—thighs veiled in moonlit bliss, our nectar sipped, two fireflies.

I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—

Reflections, mirror dark—hips pressed, lips locked, forever dream’s starlit twilight.

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