Fay Slimm.

Baiting.

 

 

Baiting.

 

Let us go baiting the moon tonight, rave

to tunes of extra mystique.     

If we lose shy in silky glitter-white haze 

we shall regain fresh replete.                    

 

Come mesh skins in rippling amusement

while moon bejewels the lake.

Dive to find quivers of midnight allure

as diamanté distils moon-lace.

 

Come welcome waves of zephyr-arousal

and gyrate to naked pleasures.   

Try some lunar obeisance and unashamed 

start moving to togetherness.

 

So let not this you-and-I moment go by

       as we attempt moonlight baiting tonight.