Night Muse
She prefers to love
hours after midnight
the scent of her perfume
makes the night bloom
Southern accent and sweet breath
teases my naked skin
she tastes salty and tangy
like the waters of the sea
We meet in the secret world
of smooth warm fleshy thighs
I love the way her fingers
leaves furrows in my hair
SInging the sweet night song
we float softly in the moonlight
feeling such a tender release
lost in the clouds and rain
I suckle dark lovely breasts
acting like a greedy child
we are opposites drawn together
moths drawn to the flame of love...
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