Under the ivory light
of a full amber moon;
your *******,
rose and white,
never looked so inviting.
The half moon reminds me
of their shape.
My kisses like fairies
dance between them;
skin tingles,
you writhe.
The crescent moon reminds me
of slowly drooping eyes
as I fall asleep
on the pillow of your *******,
purring happy
contented sighs.
- From Songs for my Lovers