by RavenBunny   Oct 14, 2021

When she tilts her head toward the moon
One questions the thoughts that ravage her mind,
Never letting the emotions color those glorious lips,
Deeming her beauty as divine as any goddess, and
Enticing her admirer from afar;
Rendering a heart to yearn for the whisper of a kiss.


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