It is said the Moon and the Sun were once lovers,
Torn apart, forever chasing each other,
Rarely ever able to meet.
A girl curls up, looking up at the night sky,
Thousands of little stars twinkling back at her.
In their midst the Moon stands,
Her cool light shining down, filling the girl with sorrow.
As the Moon misses her love,
The girl is longing for hers,
Alone in the night, feeling lost without his arms,
His kisses, soft caresses,
The scent of him as she nuzzles his neck.
She misses his body tangled with hers,
Connected, no ending or beginning, as one.
His cock deep inside her core,
He fills her body with his essence
And her soul feels at ease, as his.
In moments of pure ecstasy there is bliss,
Consumed by the intoxicating pleasure they share.
She sighs, wondering when she will see him next,
If they are doomed, like the Moon and the Sun.
There is never enough time for the girl and her love,
Everyday lives have high demands,
Stress, pressure, keeping them separated.
Yet those special moments make the hardship worth it,
Those times she lives for, when there is nothing but them.
Even the star-crossed lovers, the Moon and the Sun,
Have their moments of catching up, in perfect eclipse.
Precious times, as the Moon stands between the Sun and earth,
All of his glorious light and warmth for her.
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