drawn to the light,
thoughts of him bewilder her.
A smell,
a kiss
is desired.
To time, hours in the night
of a delicate dance,
thoughts of her provoke him.
A dream cycle inhibits,
and her leg gently wraps around the curve of the moon,
into the fire of the Sun
December 5, 2014~ July Jennifer ♥
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