Closet moon dance

by Destiny   Dec 1, 2008


Closet Moon dance

Midnight Tiptoed toward the closet fraid of what beast lay.
Midnight, my heart raised a brow while the air with in stopped dead in traffic.
-Whos there?-shivered past my lips. The door smiled, opening and there the beast reside.
-.I.-he said with temptation by his side. Harmless is he, I took more strides.

It pleased him so, and it lingered from his stare.
His eyes of rain flooded me and I willingly chose to drown. The moon then raised and held its gaze as well as he to I.

Midnight, and moon gave the gift and shone his face. She melted into dew. He himself had weakened at the knees and so fell them as two.
Gasp of breath said he and lied,
-Leave me!-but I refused.
-The risk?? -he whispered to my begging ear, my lips unlocked my heart and breathed,
-I am yours, untouchable from them.-

Fire striking in his eyes lit the wick in mine.
Our moon dance, our bodies promenade is where closets make us legends.

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