Totally captivated by the spheres of the full moons glow.
On fire with the view of the full moon.
Licking a saucer of sweet milk.
I am dreaming of the full round curves as they circumference my soul.
Drawn inwardly and outwardly I reach to caress the circular form of enticing magnetic draw that is you.
I lick the saucer more and more lapping up every drop of swe-e-e-t milk again and again. I want more.
It’s so silky smooth, so inviting so. I lick up every bit.
I want more as I look at the moon.
Your sensuous round magnetism draws me in, wanting to crawl right into the center of you. ( )
I am captivated by your charm, your beauty, your animal magnetism.
I lick the saucer under the glow of the moon.
Its fullness, its shape, so perfect in its form.
I am totally captivated between the two spheres of the full moons glow ( ) ————–