Love the tender blissful awing night
When your dainty lips brush my unstated delight
The full moon wanes past the ecstatic midnight
Leaving our riveting lust in glee.
The new melody thrust the debonair
Amid the glitz of melancholic suave
The full moon in empyrean oomph
Kindling the twilight gloom
Of our ineffable gloomy tunes
Lulls the jingle of our serene glee
Tender kiss, smooch, ensuing delight
In the quiet of forlorn blissful surge
The sprouting lips in wild withered kiss
The genteel caress of nuzzling boobs
The plumy touch of genteel hues.
Is it today the full moon night?
Lights the dark in obscure bright.
Sings the song of lust with tide
In the beam of moonlit night delight.
Life is but a spurious moment.
To kiss, cherish, adore in contentment.
In delight we sing to Thee
Our doting kisses a new lullaby.
When moon will sink night prevail
Would you still hold my hands?
In tender elysian enamour?