Tonight I burn in the pale fire of the moon. Unabashed it glows, golden and shadowed in the darkness. Draped in the sheerest clouds, so boldly confident and sensual. Transcending allure, thrusting into boldness, how it demands its due. Worship isn't enough. Its a moon for sacrifice, offering. A moon that demands tribute with action.

Something is going to happen. My heart pounds, breath quickens and my body loosens, prepared now. Accepting.

The moon bears witness expectantly. Turning my attention inward, I search for the piece of me that's connected, for the room in my soul being flooded with this pale light. This fire burns away charades.

The moon makes me greedy for you. No gentle desire, but a possesive lust. Run away, i'll catch you.

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