Moonchild from Luna

The lights went off,

And she...

...Swam up

In my room...

...She was a

Moonchild

From Luna!...

...Her signature perfume

Imbibed my nostrils,

Interlacing with

Her pleasure sector

Down below.

I yearned to be

Waved in

To taste

The fine

Treats of

Her alien race!...

...And when she

Winked,

And threw her gaze

Like a

Heavenly body

Disbands the haze,

And pulled me out

Of my deep sleep,

In gratitude

I raised her dress...

The black folds

Cradling her breasts...

...Hoisted her high

Against my wall!...

She is a treasure

That never falls

From grace in ones

Deepest regard...

Dancing around her

Bed of coals!...

The flames exuding

From her soul,

As then the heat went

To her cheeks, as I

Got high

On her for weeks!...

So many sunken

Ships arose,

The longer that

Our hearts disclosed

What had been buried

Deep inside...

...My love from Luna...

Divine Moonchild.

©

Bunny Villaire

2018