O I Desire You

moon with the black hair of the night
ablaze with stars
i desire you

i lay naked by the side of the river
i am bathed by your golden light

come, come, hover on top of me
let us make love, let us make love

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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