Luna Poem by Tsani Jones

I look at her
And she looks at you,
Gives you the message
With the beat of my heart-

The supernal discussion has begun...

I ache for the shine of your eyes
Lit gently by her glow,
That sardonic smile
Because you know you've won.

Eyes that long to see
Perfectly lit skin
As she whispers in your ear,
Enticing you closer to me.

This is more than common carnality,
It is spiritual, universal,
The meaning of all life fixed
In the terrific power of rushing waters.

She reaches your mind at midnight
And plants her seed-
'Go to his arms!
Take all that is yours! '

I listen to her argument
As all endorphins rage,
'Surrender yourself into her,
Gorge yourself on her love till you burst! '

So, in case you wondered,
That gentle flit of a butterfly
On the inside of a perfectly laced thigh
Is my tongue tasting the fruit of pure joy and love's triumph.

Those are my lips ascending
Your chakra system more slowly than time,
More passionate than Nin,
In perfect union of her serenading dot-to-dot
Laid out upon this holy shrine.

My fingers are like white flames
Ordained by Eros as they draw along
The perfect mold of the small
In your angel back.

We speak in tongues
And she knows all.
But we are understood only to each other
In a language of moan and release...

Love has melted, we has dissipated,
Two bodies fused into nature's best union.
You would think we were ready to die happy,
But she knows- As you do so well...

Love's best negotiations are made in moonlight.