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The moon

Submerged in a misty smell..

It reminds me of you,

The way you play with my clothes underneath the covers,

And how you greet me when I come over late night...

With sleepy kisses.

The way you hold on to my thighs when I'm next to you,

And how your lips leave a wet trail of love down my back when you want me.

It reminds me of our dark nights when all we see is our glistening skin with moonlight shining through...

The moon,

If she could speak...

But for now she only watches...

She is amazed by the way your hands love me before dawn.

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Written by
yhurstruly
Mexican
Published
Jun 14, 2013
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