For Us
The moon glow
casts shadows
like fingers
as the orb
hangs low
over the
barren tree.
As the shadows
approach you,
you turn quickly
to see then
it is me.
My fingers
then reach
to touch,
to caress
your soft
alluring face.
As our
hands
ignite fires
within us
here at
our perfect
place.
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