Moonlight dances, across your eyes,
bringing glowing strands, to your long dark
mane. I look to your gaze and my heart
starts to pound. Looking on at your beauty
with awe and amazement. I pull you into my
arms and hug you close. Brush the hair of
your face and kiss you deep. Moonlight
bathes the field in a glow and showers the
hills with a reflective glow. The
Nightingale sings its lovely song paled
before the beauty in my arms. As the
Moonlight showers embrace and empowers. I
move in close and I hold you tight. Thanking
those above for this wonderful night. Slowly
and gently I stroke your cheek and kiss you
softly. With passions heat and a wild heart
beat. We watch the stars and the moon light
showers.
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