In the dark of the forest
I have spotted my dearest
Walking tenderly under La Lune
Awaiting the siren song of my swoon
I long to sink myself into her
To feel what she is down under
To wrench the light from the darkness within her
To drink her lumens with the fury of thunder
For then will her soul be stored within me
And our intimacy will no longer be just friendly
Our moonlit walks in the dark will be a carnival
With the passion between us expressing the carnal
I’ll feed her moonlight on a silver spoon
Compared to my devotion there is no greater boon
Sealed in soul bond by Seluna’s moon
Our howls of joy will define the night as a metronome’s tune