I Love to Write

“The Moon is My Mistress”



Secret Rendezvous...

In the early dawn,

Or in the late twilight.

The burn of lovers,

Like embers of campfire light.

The afterglow of love once made...

Skin against skin, sizzling in the shade.

The fragrance of Jasmine, or some other exotic flower...

The perfume of your love,

Has me helpless in your power.

The spell cast from your deep, dark eyes,

Your beguiling smile...

Surprised.

Hypnotized.

Mesmerized.

And yet, all the while,

I'm consumed by your touch.

Soft.

Silky.

Sensuous... I've never loved another so much.

You take my breath away,

My words praise you in a song-

Sunrise, sunset, twinkling stars wink,

Any moment now... I can feel my heart

Sink.

Your laughter resounds-

A mocking smile shows through.

You are toying with me now,

As my heart breaks in

Two.

You've turned your back on me,

Not even one last kiss...

As you fade away into the darkness...

The wind whispers your name,

The Moon is my Mistress.

-And sadness is my game.



-Kelly.