Soft Ivory

Her black lace
swaying just above the ground
with each step
without a sound

the soft grass
under her feet
as she escapes
so they can meet

he's waiting there
under that willow tree
closing his eyes
quietly dreaming

moonlight draws their shadows
as he holds her in his arms
she leans back
to lie among the stars

the wind blowing
dulls the sound
the soft scream
whispered by her mouth

she pulls him closer
among the flowerbeds
exploring his body
as he kisses her neck

they lie there
the moments pass
he falls asleep
to the beating of her
footprints in the grass

she stayed in the shadows
so the moon wouldn't see
the glow of her skin
like soft ivory





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