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Night Life
O how I love the night, it’s the time I feel my best
Refreshed and invigorated, new life rushes through me
And although it’s dark I won’t be getting rest
In the blackness the moon and the stars are all I see
The night whispers to my most primitive desire
Challenging me to give into what I feel
Beckoning me deeper into the Fire
Where all my fantasies become real
O how the moon’s light makes the night so bright
Basking in the glow sends chills up my spine
I cannot resist though I try with all my might
The music of the night puts me in a bind
To think what I feel will end, fills me with fright
O well, it all will begin again tomorrow night
So Prosey
Check out my creative writing workshops in my prose section. You want to write, you need the tools. Read pp poets too, theyt will bring you over the line from prose into poetics. These sound like letters written to the past - what about now, what's planned? What is on your mind? Be well ~~Lady A~~