Wing you to me sweet one, starry one, silvery lover
I feel your presence drawing near, air crackling like a storm to come
My body aches, my hair stands on end
In starlight over lakes of glass you come
Slipping over the horizon with feral grace
Like a naughty school girl into my bed
The night is consumed with our passionate love
Radiant in pale almost bluish light you come at me again
Touching me, teasing me to greater heights
You slip out just as quietly as you came
You leave behind delicious memories and that faint smell of you on me
I dose lightly knowing my golden lover is soon to come
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