Shades of the Moonlight
speak of a different hue
She calls with soothing warmth
Hair waves loosely
An embracing reality of a touch…
Her sweet whisper’s a spell of a
Midnight Solace
beyond seas of the horizon and
sloping meadows
perfection over anything…
Fingertips gently rolling through
cascading landscapes of silk
Flowing unmasked skin
Hair raising… not of the cold
but of sweetness
within the night breeze in each breath…
A scent of a Night Flower
…floating magic in the air
Its Soul touches my Heart
a sensation of oneness
Showering falling stars
basking beneath
a mystical
moonrise…