The Moon
Mother of folktales
Milking and waxing.
I wish you for a taste
We'll sing and have cocktails
Under your enamel masking
A night with you never a waste.
Your beautiful smile
Subdues the nights' dread
And gives comforts in sleep.
You light every mile
Of your milking spread
A delight worth to keep.
My eyes await you
The sight of your white hue.
12/04/2013
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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