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                   Midnight on the hour                    
                     -by Demorgorgon-                      
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                       Moonlit field                       
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Moonlit field
In a field of golden daffodils I lie;
Beside a lake and beneath the trees.
While my heart can only trudge on and sigh,
The field remains in its state of beauty and ease.
I look up to my smiling crescent moon,
And her smile, for me, dips low
To mend my crescentfallen heart.
And with my crescent shaped tunes,
Of adoration and gusto,
I will lasso my moon- so that from me she will never part.
As she glanced into the moonlight
Dressed in black lace
He settled behind her
With a tender embrace
Starring into the midnight sky
As the stars fluttered
Illuminating the heavens
Creating a romantic scene, like no other
The night flourished
Into a stimulating atmosphere
And she was lost in admiration
Nearly in tears
‘An immutable desire to see into your night blue-flower scented dawn
blooms from my insides -it waters the desire to be within fixed proximity to you.’
And with skin touching- the aroma of a deity has on me come upon.
And her glow - mooding our seeding, wishes aridity adieu.
An inexperienced arousing then buds;
which flowers into moments of efflorescent passion-
where Soft rouge lips rest, osculate against the skin,
Lips so warm-balmy evoke my heart’s thuds,
and your petal-light hands keep on passing-
Until to your touch,sensual and delicate, I submit; “my love, permeate in!”
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon .
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And move-less fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Cheering at moon rise
and changing out
of this confining disguise.
Dancing in the starlight
howling at the moon.
The joy of full-moon night.