A shapeless blue moon with all its rays;

making up her loveliness in all possible ways;

as her soft, spicy body slowly drifts;

offering me, some marvelous gifts.

Floating along with the waves of cloud;

holding me tight, like her own beloved;

as she ghaze her eyes towards the moon;

my gorgeous minutes end up so soon,

an escape within a lovable pleasure;

overrejoice in her nuture and leisure;

she moves vigilantly in the night;

where with peace she can wait;

wake the heart, mind and soul,

for a lustful late mid-night stroll.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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