She in négligée, me in longing

if my goal is proximity, I be but a fool
This is no game for fools
Instead, serenity sweeps
compelling me to linger, watch
“Like a two-year-old, just wanting more”
Her shapeliness draws my eyes nearer
lest I seem desperate, I look away
Quickly I look back; she’s still there
No trollop, she is only for me tonight
staring toward the sun that’s set
standing in position, waiting
I am your lover- no vagabond
I have been yours since the first day we meant
Let’s make love tonight
This is what its like to love 
the moon

Published by Adam

Adam F. C. Fletcher helps organizations engage people more successfully. Contact him by calling (360) 489-9680 or emailing

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