MOONLIT
What do you do when you wake in the middle of the night,Make sure it's not a dream, Reach out slowly, To touch,
Looking next to you, Yes, She is still there,
Moonlight bathes the room, Accenting the curves,
Shadows form a mystery on her body,
The long black hair seems blacker if possible,
Red lips full, moist, Glisten in the pale light,
Her fresh smell is intoxicating as you breathe her in,
Why do I dream of you all day and night?
If I couldn't touch you, Hold you, All would be an illusion,
But here you are, Next to me, I can touch, I can feel,
So I watch as moonlight dances across your face,
Softly touching and carressing,
Knowing how much I love you, Knowing you are here,
All is quiet as I watch you sleep,
Watching your moonlit body, moonlit beauty,
As a smile forms on your lips, Knowing.
Richard(PHOENIX)Cartledge (c) 5/30/09 (JL)
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