Moons and heavenly orbs!
©-MFB III
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She relaxed in my doorway
leaning left on the jamb,
in a skirt of soft silk,
satin blouse, and red tam.
On a midsummer's night
crescent moon beaming bright,
casting revealing light,
on things kept out of sight.
How her tight pink bikini
panties clung to each hip,
the sweet curves of her bottom,
and the hem of her slip,
Bra less as she turned
my eyes followed suit,
singing "Thanks for the mammaries!"
as I fingered my flute.
Soon clouds passed above
and the vision was gone,
I woke covered in silk sheets,
lost in the crack of dawn.