The moon is high and at bay
Its blue ethereal light making me yearn fervently for you
Your searing hot caresses and kisses against the chilled fingers of the mild wind
Let the magic of the moon envelope us with love
Let your complexion be a polar to mine
Hands on hands, skin to skin, hearts entwined
Mouth in sheer synchrony and souls in unwavering symphony
Every move a sacred testimony to you never-ending love so true and bare in the spur of the moment
With nature accepting of our verboten convergence
And our perfervid passion and power a blazing scream to cosmos
All happening in the bosom of my phantasm
Waiting for the mirror of illusion to shatter
And be made bare to the spotlight of reality.
Nom de plume: Edward N.A. Allotey.
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