The light of the full moon falls like a shimmering cloak upon my beating heart. Glistening and flowing like water across my body as I lay in awe of my darling sire. While the Pressure of the waterfall beats against the rocky bottom and echos our beating hearts as one through the canyon. The clouds start to billow in the sky restricting the light of the full moon shining in out eyes and as the last of the moon light disappeared so did the beat of your heart with mine. The sorrow sets in as the moon creeps below the horizon to invite yet another day for my heart yearn for your love and embrace.
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