Thirty-Six Hours of Moonlight
by james bezerra
If we had thirty-six straight hours of moonlight,
I wonder wonder wonder what me might
choose to use all of that nighttime for.
Perhaps we would choose to sweetly waste away
that day-and-a-half of moonlit day
wrapped in our body-warmed sheets, and kicking off the comforter.
That is something I would just adore;
I’d just adore exploring all of your
hips and curves and lips; never letting your feet touch the floor.
And after our thirty-six hours of moonlight,
I just might ask for more.
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