Moon magic …


At midnight,
she laughs at the moon, bright as a sun
when his arm anchors her waist
and sets her alight
although she knows
they are poles apart
in mind and heart
yet her limbs yield
again and again
to the magnetic field
his touch
his taste
his eyes

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Lust

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