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fuelled by moonlight
The flame of her lips
did not quiet
my flaming soul of lust
But made me roar
even more
as I adored her flesh
It wasn’t heat waves
we rode,
but a slow rolling tide
As we panned across
the sea,
from shore to shore
Fuelled across the sky
by moonlight
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What an exquisite love poem!
What an exquisite love poem!
J-Called
pure magic
The sea, has all the essence of love making. A full moon glistening on the waves, is pure magic.