Seven poems of the moon and sex

I

 
blushed moon
mirrors
sun’s set

 
II

 
moon rise
clothes fall
tumescent contour

 
III

 
silvered glass
licked moon shadows
do not speak

 
IV

 
breast moons
antennae nipples
indicate stars

 
V

 
moonlit zenith
toes curl
ecstatically

 
VI

 
moonlight
I kiss at
shadows

 
VII

 
moon’s rays
beckon
morning’s frost

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