Moon Tease
Moon Tease
The moon teased me
on a late snowy sigh.
Revealing the flesh
of her milky white thighs.
Soft as baby’s breath,
she began to rise,
powdered covered ground
rising to life.
Night awakes
and wants to play.
First star out
begins to fade away.
She stared at me,
and me alone.
Her fingers caressed
my heart of stone.
It was just me and her,
through the night we slept.
She was gone by morning,
only her memory kept.
She leaves me wanting.
teasing me every night,
longing for the time
to bathe in her milky delight.
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