You gotta see this: https://youtu.be/ELJhKli-dmk
The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit. I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away, One and a half inches yearly so a little bit every day. I, for one, want her to stay. ‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side, and I’ve grown used to your capricious light, Why do you only hover at night?” I think of her as my own though she wears no ring like that showy trollop Saturn Our moon has a higher engagement pattern. She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances. Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark and sometimes she’s bright? What turns her on? What turns her off? That’s always the question with ladies, isn’t it? . . Songs for this: Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
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