quietly as the night turns,
thou shalt spawn desire,
quietly as the night turns,
thou shalt make me want,
and crave,
quietly as the night turns,
thou shalt awaken me,
as my blood boils,
i will want you,
quietly as the night turns,
though shalt bring about a change,
this creature will be in want,
for but another taste of you,
under this silver moon of lust...
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
