the fresh dawn of her smile,
the sound of the kindling wood,
candles of milky treasures
and thoughts of what i should
and could would do
under her moon,
togetherness of beauty,
the scene of perfection,
we rely on our ownselves
for pleasures uncandid for time
as i kiss her under her moon,
as we reminsce over honey,
i taste the essences of her maple brown sugar
as her stars played with my eyes
as i gallantly admire her moon,
i realize that this night was forever made
and the love was intimately approved
as she laid on top of me
and suddenly the lines between us disappeared,
i love the moonlight under venus