A sliver of a crescent moon is all the light you need
To steal the soul from within my chest
As it hints at your form upon my sheets
You move and in my mind a ship sets sail abroad
The waves of the mighty ocean yearning
To take it and devour it as I desire you
Yet too soon I shall not yield to your skin for
In the anticipation lies much pleasure
And the moon beams have not ended their dance
You hair has covered your eyes in the night
A travesty for certain or perhaps grace for therein lurks
A siren who has coaxed me, lured me here
With every breath you bless this place and
Your silken movement and my heart races
Your skin, the light, my lust, our love
Under the sliver of the moon
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