Ode Miss Moon:

Making love to her like she were the moon constantly and fullest in full flow

He would literally

walk to the ends of the earth

edge

just to fall for a hint of her love

For a woman like her what wouldn’t he do

Cause in his eyes, held so much beauty

At the very least, he’d take offense, if he could not tell her this, my love, you are, a goddess,

amongst us mere mortals

With your all your faded scars superb ass

Love her

to the moon & back

Again

If the moon were she,

making love to her flow