Night-Time...
The air is cold and crisp
The moon full and high
Finally there is peace and quiet
The world has gone to sleep
She sits alone bathed in the moonlight
Dreaming the dreams that only she knows
The night is her fantasy play- ground....
She can be shy and hide in the shadows....
Or she can be sensious and daring....
All aglow with moonlight.
She can flirt with her lover...
Keeping herself just out of arms reach.
Or she can touch him with her soul...
Holding him so close in her arms.
One minute soft and gentle..
The next wild and care free.
Her dreams are set free...
In the still of the night
The moon gives her dreams wings
And fly with them she will...
Untill .... on the horizon there is an amber glow
The world is waking up....
She knows that it is time to close the gates....
Of her fantasy play-ground.
She’ll be back when the moon is high...
And the world is asleep.
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