You awaken me in the grey of morning
with tender kisses to my neck.
The all but full moon
peering quietly into the window,
a covering of delicate dappled clouds
floating slowly across her face,
illuminated by her light.
Your hands working their magic
as your warm body presses against mine.
I hear your whisperings,
and every word is as a caress
to my body...
Wide awake yet drowsy
with the heady essence of La Luna
and the passion you arouse,
what wine could do half as much
as a taste of your moonlit kisses.
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Lovely poetry, and imagery of two enrapturing lovers basking in the moonlight. A pleasure to read.