Grabbing Your Moon
Grabbing Your Moon
As the ivories tickle my ears and the
warm coax of the saxophone melts my heart,
thoughts of you float around in my head
like a swarm of July’s monarch butterflies.
Memories of your crystal clear blue eyes,
take me back to the days of our past,
when we kissed on a bed of blushing rose buds.
I see breathless scenes,
when I close my weary eyes,
and let the sweet whispers
of the music carry me away.
The smooth touch of you warm skin
moving against mine as we stand
on the balcony,
feeling the wind embrace
the fury of flames
that danced in our fireplace.
When I was in your arms,
whether dressed in leather,
lace or nothing at all,
I felt like the luckiest
girl at the grand ball.
I would climb the
highest mountain peak
to peek into those
deep eyes of blue
and grab your moon again.
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