It was a crescent moon at midnight
who smiled down at their rendezvous
her lips turned up in a cunning smile
having oft been a third party to trysts
the moon was sworn to silence and
secrets were safe in her celestial keeping
the lady's bare skin shone porcelain like
in the pewter beams of cool moonlight
there under the ancient forest trees
her lover claimed his greatest treasure
the lady sighed with sensual pleasure
under the eyes of a silent voyeur moon
Sylvia Masters, a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of her husbands company is challenged by her own instincts, family and friends when the Lieutenant investigating the murder of her ex-fiancee ask her to dinner. After a tumultuous beginning, the
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
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So all friends together...and fingers on lips...
As always, beautifully written Belle...
Diana...
Sweetly written!
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
Ron