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Her Man Of The Moon

She was dying…
from the hunger of the wanting
of her man of the moon
her midnight sun,
where her longing had begun
in another place,
in cyber space…

she believed in he
she had found the one
who held the key to her soul
& she longed for him so
to unlock & free, her wanton desires

She was tortured
with scorching sensations
that burned & churned
passions within
her heart & mind
devouring thoughts

of dreamscape times
when they fused & ignited
in rampant embrace
when he quenched his thirst
on the juice of her lust
& they cum as one…

She screamed with hunger
for the reality bliss
of knowing his kiss
to touch his face
on this earthly place
& feel his manhood inside her
pulsating to the beat of their love.

In him she was sure she’d found
love that was true
yet, in the here & now
of earthy reality
their embodiment was enslaved
in separate beds…
beneath the same sky
where she wanted to die
in the absence of his presence.


I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy, and as a fundamental tool for understanding, and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, photography, movies, painting, dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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