night whispers
subtle sighs
groans and cries
the moon is a soulful
1/2 round tonite
misty covered haze
surrounds it the way
your eyes are seeing
shining brite
like the skinform
above your thighs
but missing the succulent slash
paint the Sea of Tranquility streaks of red
7 wide welted wash
across and
nature reflects the
sweetly stung scene
an echoscape of what was played out
first, before you
rose to greet your own
Mistress Night
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