Swoon At the Moon
On one Sad Nightly Afternoon
You Sat and Watched the Moon
Why do you make me Swoon?
You asked our Uncle, Mr Moon,
Without Her Childish Banter,
I feel like a lost Toon,
I want to become her Center,
I am already her Mentor!
Gleeful! Became the Victorious Mood of the Moon,
For He knew how much i also Swoon,
To be Your Queen, My Cuddly Toon!
So He opened the Hidden Box,
That Which Pandora made into a Paradox,
And Out I flew,
Me, The Bestower of Dew!
Me, The Saver of the Wise Few!
Me, The Catwoman who will always Mew,
For Your Eternal Curfew!
My rulers in Hand,
I set about with my Task, That of ruling You, My Man!
I make it Clear,
That You shall be my Seer,
Without any other Peer,
For my love is Sincere
And my Jealousy Severe!
Happy became your Heart
To watch your other Part
Trying with all Her Might,
To get your Attention
And Bring you to Light
Of Her Intense Captivation for your Concoction!
Amused became your Mood,
To see the Queen of Queens
Dropping her Hood,
And Fighting with her Claws for your Skin
In Your Heart, you know you will not be Crude
Even if you like to Pretend to be Rude
Even if you like to Pretend,
That you are not Affected
Not the least bit Tormented
By all my mewings without an End!
Proud will be your Soul,
To Bind me in Wedlock,
As Your Own Mate of Soul,
But Darling, You have Forgotten,
I am since the dawn of Ages, your Vixen!
I am not your Soulmate,
I am Your AlienMate,
I am Your Cosmic Mate,
I am Your Transcendental Mate,
I am Your Eternal Mate,
I am Your Most Loving Mate,
And, Most Importantly, I am Your Playmate!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2011
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