Stella

She looks dazzling in her black gown
On occasion she wears a sparkling crown

She protects me from prying eyes
There`s no need for pretense or lies

She sustains me with her beauteous light  
Caresses me in the heat-forsaken night

She tends to my insatiable fire inside
By her light I find delight in new-found insight

She hears my silent screams and
Listens, knowing what it all means

She`s game and with her pleasures generous
I wish to stay, but her dark ways are treacherous

When I ask for more, she cracks a smile
Saying, “Farewell, now rest for a while”

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