Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Curious Moonlight (for Jeffrey)


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  1. As the moonlight gently touches the fruit
    Laying on the ground
    It prompts itself
    In the air
    Waiting

    Waiting for the one
    To taste its delight.

    Only for the chance
    To come from behind
    To kneel before it
    To examine this lovely peach.

    To savor the sweet aroma
    Of its juices.

    If for one moment
    The moist nectar would drip
    down the chin
    As I devour between its glory.

    May it be in that moment
    We both have our fill.

    You just inspired my next poem.

    Thank you

    Mark
    The Male Casting Couch

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    1. Thank you, Mark.

      I'm delighted my image inspired your stirring poem, your sensual words as sweet as nectar.

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  2. Guess I've been preoccupied, Tomass. THANK YOU for the lovely moonlight reverie...and all your delightful "full moons." Heh heh. (Groan).

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    1. You're welcome, Jeffrey.

      I'm fortunate a little editing can create a moonlight effect. Were I to venture into the forest at night, there's no telling what might attempt a 'lunar landing.'

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