Your milk complexion and glow,cold but still something about you that makes me want to reach up and touch you, oh how I long to step foot on you, how it would feel to have the dirt between my toes, how few has had that chance and still didn’t take advantage of that, some night I sit in my window wishing to tie a rope around your waist and pull you towards me. Some nights all I do is marvel at your beauty as I like to call you the beauty of the night. You shift the tides in my world...
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More creative writing on my part. This conversation actually did take place... though the moon didn't really talk back... but I got what she was trying to say. ------------------------------ -----------------------------
Last night I spoke to the moon
Face to softly glowing face.
I told her of the dreams I had
During my unconsciousness' embrace.
I told her that in these dreams I had
That I held the power to fly
What wonderful dreams! the moon exclaimed.
But...
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