Naughty Lady
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Clad in Her gold-fillagree slip,
Luna beams rays of gilded light.
And increases Her tidal grip
clad in Her gold-fillagree slip.
Where sky meets sea, She takes a dip,
She's a beacon lost to the night.
Clad in Her gold-fillagree slip,
Luna beams rays of gilded light.
She's a beacon lost to the night
that ebbs and flows each monthly trip.
And, each time, vanishes from sight;
She's a beacon lost to the night.
A naughty lass and sassy sprite,
with each full moon, She starts to strip.
She's a beacon lost to the night
that ebbs and flows each monthly trip.
(Intertwining Triolet)
5/4/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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