The night is bathed in
the silken threads of I love you.
Each star is the breath
of her longing, each planet
the orb of her seduction.
Her heart devours ecstasy
riding atop the crest
of her star-burst desires.
She lays upon her bed of red satin,
a black teddy caressing her thighs.
She throbs with each lingering moon
as she circles his mouth
with the touch of her finger.
Sighs echo into the night,
bathe the stars in secret kisses.
The night is showered with starlight
as she hovers above his enthralled form,
a gentle spirit in a vixen's body.
Cries of rapture travel through the universe
as two lovers reach for one galaxy.
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