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An Ode to a Moonlit Field
In a field of golden daffodils I lie;
Beside a lake and beneath the trees.
While my heart can only trudge on and sigh,
The field remains in its state of beauty and ease.
I look up to my smiling crescent moon,
And her smile, for me, dips low
To mend my crescentfallen heart.
And with my crescent shaped tunes,
Of adoration and gusto,
I will lasso my moon- so that from me she will never part.
‘An immutable desire to see into your night blue-flower scented dawn
blooms from my insides -it waters the desire to be within fixed proximity to you.’
And with skin touching- the aroma of a deity has on me come upon.
And her glow - mooding our seeding, wishes aridity adieu.
An inexperienced arousing then buds;
which flowers into moments of efflorescent passion-
where Soft rouge lips rest, osculate against the skin,
Lips so warm-balmy evoke my heart’s thuds,
and your petal-light hands keep on passing-
Until to your touch,sensual and delicate, I submit; “my love, permeate in!”