From A Place Behind The Smile

Blue Moon Love

Blue beams sneaking through the parted slits of the blinds.

Peeking through reveals the full moon.

Scarily close, as if growing nearer.

Raising the blinds to bathe in the light,

Recalling when it wasn't a solitary affair.

In this upper floor room, in this three story house,

The love that was made with only the moon as witness.

Replaced by memories. The ghost of lovers past.

The one who taught of the effects of lunar power .

Missing the lips that would leave a loving trail,

Down the neck.

Down the chest.

Foreplay never neglected.

The moonlight turning porcelain skin into the most alluring shade of blue.

Fireflies dancing as if to the rhythm of love's tango.

Sharing each other's taste from warm, inviting tongues.

Lips locking to keep them completely entangled.

Entering you as if made for this moment.

The key that's made to fir only your lock.

Feeling each thrust as a sensual boost.

Pulses grow faster with each moan escaping you.

Feeling you finish, that look of pure pleasure.

Triggering is to finish together.

Seeing your hands caressing each n****e.

Knowing exactly what is wanted.

You're not quite finished.

Happy to oblige.

The moonlight still showing the shape of each thigh.

Four more times, feeling your warm pulsing.

Until you're trying to push away the hands near your waste.

Wanting to kiss.

To share in the taste.

This is the place, on a pallet on the floor,

Where one love was made,

But will be made no more.

The moon is still here. Shining as always.

Illuminating ghosts and their deviant ways.

Are you seeing this sight?

Are you outside tonight?

Holding a photo. Smiling together.

Where are you now?

Do you miss me as well?

Unfortunately, the moon will never watch us kiss and tell...