Nightfall As the sun becomes the moon you climb the stairs up to my room candles with the scent of myhrr illuminate the evening's lure Skin against the sheen of silk with clarity of fresh-drawn milk calls the touch of fingertips soon followed by the brush of lips Claim my body's beat and breath divide the senses, blind and deaf take me on the dusky ride embrace temptation's hungry side Fall into the sight of sound drawn from my mouth as you astound pull me closer to the ledge and leave me dangling on the edge Lose yourself inside of me until the air calls to the sea let your boundaries come undone as the moon becomes the sun

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"At our local poetry reading, we each wrote down a suggested topic and drew someone elses to write for our next meeting. I picked erotic. A misheard line from a song got me thinking at the start, and things just went from there. "