Moonlight pours through the window

bathes your skin in it’s milky glow

delights my eye and sharpens my hunger

hear me whisper to you soft and low


be mine, and let me be your lover

to worship your body, so divine

to pledge my heart to you forever

be my goddess, please be mine


your smiling lips are so inviting

your breath sweet gentle breeze

stirs my hair and warms my heart

your graceful curves seducing me


the flickering candle burns low, and out

we are entwined together, two as one

the sweet sound of our desire fills the air

loves dance greets the warm morning sun

W. I. Boucher December 6, 1999



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