fuelled by moonlight

 

The flame of her lips

did not quiet

my flaming soul of lust

 

But made me roar

even more

as I adored her flesh

 

It wasn’t heat waves

we rode,

but a slow rolling tide

 

As we panned across

the sea,

from shore to shore

 

Fuelled across the sky

by moonlight

 

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What an exquisite love poem!

What an exquisite love poem!


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pure magic

 

The sea, has all the essence of love making. A full moon glistening on the waves, is pure magic.