The twilight moves to spark the swifting night.
So briskly, softly kisses placed on her.
The stars revel in sight of all the real entice,
these spirits bare their bodies to concur.
Sweet grass rubbed down to bare the lasting scent
emotion lifting up the souls and all.
And wishing more than one could truly send,
the shifting bodies trigger deep the bond.
It's heard in stories of a missing fern
the love is gently blowing through her hair.
For them tonight is lust a whisking blur.
The moon shown pale on skin so nude and fair.
The sunlit morning comes with holding truth,
In love and sworn by moments warm that soothe
