Lady On The Moon Poem by James Rabuatoka

To the lady on the moon.
Pure as can be
The stars are your play things
The moon on your feet.
As I think of you
The thoughts all explicit
Arouses every nerve in my body
It hardens like a rock, yet it throbbes like a heart.
The curve on that body, the way it sways as your breasts pops and presses on your chest.
I question, do u ever let them free? Swinging like a fruit from a tree
Now I smile as I wonder how heavy those are when I hold them in my hands

The twinkle in my eyes as my mind wanders down to your thighs
The butt cheeks round from the back
Chubby and loud
Thighs inside deep into that untouched precious pure flower
Is it bare and soft as silk,
Or wild, like a secret garden?
I question and wander do you tend play with
Or is ever beyond the feels?
Feeling around that precious flower before sliding your finger deep into the plant till the dews and juices flow out the plant.
As I watch you turn and moan, your voice soothes the soul.
Now I smile as the day passes, the night approaches
knowing I could want you more if I ever choose not to ignore.