The Moon Calls

Beto ‘Riginale

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.

Beto ‘Riginale
18 February 2018