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The Moon Shone Through Her Window
She nestled her head like some moonlight sliver
on my shoulder.
As I plagiarized the warmth of the fading sun,
I pulled her against me;
my lust rising like mercury.
Maneuvering magical motions in shadows,
the full moon traced its light on the floor
as we rolled on wool woven horses,
and the night slipped away without our noticing.
on my shoulder.
As I plagiarized the warmth of the fading sun,
I pulled her against me;
my lust rising like mercury.
Maneuvering magical motions in shadows,
the full moon traced its light on the floor
as we rolled on wool woven horses,
and the night slipped away without our noticing.
Published 10th Jun 2024
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