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Aug 2013
the moonlight is soft
as it reaches down through the time stained window
and pools on her bare skin
i trace the edge of her
with a fingertip
so as not to wake her
kissing her softly and tell her in voice
just above her ear soft and careful
that i love her
and she is the center of my world

im her moon looking down on her beauty of creation
with a love that shines in the darkest night
with a hope that is like
a picnic in a summer meadow
cool crisp wines for your thirsty heart
and things to sate your body's hungers

i once stood here with a broken love
and a road that was just this side of sadness
and she choose to follow us down from denver's mountains
and in coming here to sea and sands
saved me in many ways

i wake her
to make love to her again
and she wakes slow with a smile
silly man of course take me take me take me
be drunk with my treasures all through your days
all through the nights
drink me now and let the love flow
take me
like moonlight shaving off the hours
like the world pulling us round
like the light in your eyes
f**k me silly
the moonlight is soft
as it reaches down through the time stained window
and pools on her bare skin
as her sweat from our labours sparkles
i kiss her ear softly sweetly my love sleep sweetly
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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   Claire R and Sammi
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