Beneath Full Waxed Moon Poem by Wayne Falconer

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Tongues are fulla hot summer lovers omen signs
erotic lines seductively flow in undressed rhymes
as capricorn woman and I glow beneath silver moon.
Atmosphere grows charged with sex within room.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Sky is full laced with starry shining spaces
desire covers our breath covering dark faces
cry of the wolf fills out chanting sky
passion gazes fill our natures lustful eye.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming
our bodies are but part of ceremonial bout.
Fiery temperature leaves no room for doubt
bare our bodies lay smoldering with hunger
dancing kisses tempt their fresh flesh plunder.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Our room sways and throws as we gather embrace.
Flesh upon flesh gain the first dripping taste.
Scent of passion something primeval does invade
as we fall ground together within potent body parade.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Lost within black hair, breast, ribs and thighs.
Bodies rise and fall and steamy smoke ring flies
as lovers shoot the stars running to ignite
joined in intimate embrace althrough the night.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
Flesh and flesh and flesh hearts will beg to burst
push and grunt, gasp and groan to quench thirst.
Heaving to satisfy, gratify the full blooded moon
where lovers at last will lie satisfied within room.

Tonight full waxed moon gleaming, dreaming, steaming.
This wall of lovers words I draw upon to write.
Was it merely fiction of happening last night
shall her flower song or full moon provide clue.
Answer this party if lover or dream was true.