does moon carry the light from the day?
a nightime sun
he’s always there no matter what
knows things that time forgot
despite the clouds of her night
he still shines bright and unfaded
does moon carry the light from the day?
a nightime sun
he’s always there no matter what
knows things that time forgot
despite the clouds of her night
he still shines bright and unfaded
She laid down daydreaming, sniffing the
twilight. It was a constant hunger she could not just swipe it under her bed. Bread
did not nourish her, dawn disrupted her. It was him, occupying her whole mind
and body. Craving for his words on her body. She wished him to feather her with
his sensuous syllables, to murmur his deep desire, and to paint on her the
letters unseen by anybody.
The day felt
both slow and fast. He took a breath and pace around hungry. He longed for the
joy in her sleek laugh, the spark in her eyes, and the sovereign nose of her
arrogant face. He starved for her mere touch, so she could know where he wanted
her the most; between his chest and his legs. He swore to swallow the entire pleasure
liquid and leaves her dry, only for her to drown in his oceans even more.
Here now they
had strayed in the night through some dim glade where the shy moonbeams scarce
dared light bliss. Silent and starving. He spoke the language of moon kissed
nights. Gazing into her, a breathless intensity, setting her ablaze with every tickling hour. As if he was an archer with his swift hand at the bow, the arrows of delight
shot through her body while their voices intertwined, low and deep, she
screamed his name again and again.
at the spell of his charm,
she was pulled deeper under his sight,
the joy felt overwhelmingly everlast.
she was spring,
he was the edge of a cliff,
and a shining waterfall rushed over him.
dan hujan pun jatuh
tapi tumpuan rasa masih saja di situ
masih sabar menunggu
sampai diterpa rindu
segelap apapun itu
akan selalu ada satu cahaya
pembantu susahmu
pelipur laramu
lalu coba tetap kuatkan hati
pandangi saja terus
sampai kau menemukan terang
yang seutuh-utuhnya milikmu
making love in a winter night almost like an invitation to a far away dreamland looking at a pair of moonlight eyes swelling heart i feel