She Tore Into the Night
She tore into the night.....
like little lightning bolts,
With a carriage made of scents of him,
sifting her soul ----
his touch.....
she longed.....
Neath that naked moon,
meshed as one;
not a star amiss ----
The twinkling of their kisses sweet
stardust upon their lips,
as soft skin greets biting tongues
long to seeking love
Up against a trunk of a maple.....
his hands lifting higher her skirt,
a deft brush upon her aching bosom,
sugared surrender.....
She met him again,
waiting tall in the shadows, smiling
(She did not wait)
she tore into the night.....
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