palms of love
lather bare
bathing bodies
foamy bubbles
fondle slippery
wet skin
moon mates
dancing upon
puddles and ponds
chasing moonbeams
twist twilight's
balmy bliss
into waterspouts
outpouring their
fluids of existence
throughout
fountains
of forever
gifts of
perpetual
moon tides
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