splendor of moonrise
gently rolls the tide
this opulence of night
warm coupled bodies
a meld of understanding
and smooth desires
music of the breeze
floats below the staff
in murmuring notes
turn to me, kiss me
salted shores of necks
and lapping lips invoked
(Moon over the Ocean, Marianna Foster. fleurdulys.tumblr.com)
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