Cantata de la Noche, Original Work, Poetry

The Moon Calls

When the moon calls you to join her in her arms
To press her soft breasts against you
Your arm around her as you become one,
inseparate.

The warm touch of her hand on your face
As you inhale the flowery scent of her skin
The shimmering light of a thousand stars
reflecting.

Her eyes glistening the radiance of love
She for you as you for her
Two hearts
become one.

Original Bob
17 February 2018