Stormy Moon

Be the storm

With the calmness

Of unharnessed passion

Picture the sun rise

Within foreboding eyes

The warmth afterglow

of the harvest moon

Sinking upon the skin

Taste pulsing lips

Ever beholden

To the moonlight

Searching for mystical charms

Wrapped in purring

Soldering sighs

Harnessing commands

Sounds of tender mews

Welcoming the feeling

Without demand

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