Tender is the night,
tender the sighs, susurrations and gasps
Passion is the moon,
passion the caress, the touch, the piety
You are the tenderness
of the moon, your kisses delight;
your voice rasping sighs, the
sucking in of breath.
You become the night….
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thank you…kind of you to comment.
I enjoyed this poem very much. Lovely.
Thank you so much Michellia….and thank you for visiting.