The silvery moon
senses desire
with its electric
sultry glow
Clouds part
the heavenly blue sky
like the sandy shores
Hiding from the bronze sun peaking beneath
in slumber
Tides roam
soft bodies
Searching for
A touch
Magnetic desire
escapes the fingertips
Then
Slowly
The moon fades
Velvety morning glow
wakes the world
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