Some will think of a blue moon to bring sighs
Others may long for the Lover's moon day
Ocean tides flow to and fro as moonrise
Beckons the compass of my soul survey,
Pinpoint, it's heartstring arrow deep inline
Where your soft breast rhythmicly drums sweet verse
And kiss you into a breathless mood rhyme
Beyond the boundries mere words will converse
To loose the body of all weight of self
And breathe release from false fabric till bare
We tiptoe into salient waters, elf
Together a mischievous Voltaire.
My Dear why not act upon a romance whim?
Lets treat ourselves to a moonlight swim!