I sit outside writing by moonlight and smile,
delighting in the moon’s embrace
She caresses my body with silver
How lucky to find such a friend tonight!
I look up, grateful for her attention
She kisses my eyes, lips part in welcome.
Moves downwards to caress my neck, arms, breasts
My toes curling in anticipation.
But now, the moon is a gentle lover
Stays close, is a silent companion.
Was happiness born in this moment?
Or is this a warmth I remember?
Someone stirs. I must end this, or try to
All that’s left is a question in my mind.
Dear moon, while you were here with me,
Somewhere, were you making love to him, too?
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