Turning My Moon Red

Tender and upright..
I crave the slap and burn of your love.
This worship, devotion of my full moon
Drives me to the brink of flooding the bed.
Echoes, that hollow hand sound rings
My bell everytime.
Turning this ivory moon
Pink by a wink of your delicious grin,
I listen with fear and wet anticipation
For the leather whisper pulled from your pant loops
Ive been a very bad girl today.
Daddy, make the moon as red as the summer dawn