In the moonlight I can see your lips quiver
Touching me, every inch I shiver
I could have wanted to catch the moon
And place it on a silver spoon
And feed your mouth as your tongue works its wonder
To see my body shine and slither and surrender.
But the evasive moon only lend her rays of glory
To the glass pane that covers our entirety
All I could do is arched in darkness
Where we moan our satisfaction and emptiness.
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