Moonstruck
We were moonstruck and enjoyed every night
in which he threw his silver shine around.
Secrecy and silence were our friends and
and hid our longing and desire when our silvery white flesh
our silvery white flesh drove into each other.
And sometimes red blood ran from your calf,
that mingled with our flesh and made
our love into a supper.
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