A full moon fumbles across a cloudy night,
like an over-excited lover's
fingers slipping over buttons.
And I wonder where you are,
man of mountains and steel?
Forbidden love a touch of sin...
We once filled nights with sighs
and pressed thighs so close
we appeared as one soul.
Our tongues beat a slow tango
into the air around us,
never missing a sultry beat.
Love was our duty,
Lust was our crime and
we find a happy medium between.
Then one day we drifted
like slow clouds at dusk,
allowing moonlight to fumble over stars.
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