The moon with her glow,
I hid from her light
but she called me anyways
from out of my home
and into the night.
Her crushed tinsel dress
shining on high.
My lips found her thighs
and my eyes, bashful
but entranced,
afraid to look up to her
iconic face and powerful grace.
Her crepulescent lips
burning,
waiting, they spoke without words,
as they professed
they wanted, they needed my kiss.
She called me home for our
midnight embrace,
entwined and attune,
two women f@&$ing each other.
Two eons salvaged,
two eras made,
one whole age announced,
only one age now
from hence this time writ.
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