Pale lit forest limbs
Like brush strokes from a palette
Wiped clean by moonlight.

What a blessing
Like a angel
Cover the face
From the crowd

As he snarled at my nakedness, I could only help but wonder if his intentions were of lust or love.

Very often the lies of lust seems more authentic
Credibility of the truth of Love is at stake

Clothes may make a man,
Or, indeed, any woman,
Do you frock up to delight?
Are you a vampire of the night?
Do you look good? Perhaps,
Strut your stuff, chicks and chaps,
You wait till you get old,
You're invisible, you're told,
So, enjoy being young, so clever,
Bad luck, youth does not last ever!

I'm going to live

every moment,

For every moment

is my time to live