I made love to the moon.
On the perfect ambiance
of frigid harmattan nightfall
When buttocks kiss the soil
Folded legs wrapped in hands
Beneath the blanket of burning wood
I made love to the moon
On the perfect ambiance
of chilly harmattan twilight
When lost in thought
of the beauty of raging fire
Exuding bright colours
to mask man\'s blindness
yet leaves him naked
when his garment steps boundaries.
I made love with the moon
on the perfect ambiance
of frozen harmattan darkness
When the moon is the eye of the night
And the children the ear of the night
and my voice the gong of the night
singing poems
making our marriage memorable
While we hope of birthing sweet memories
I made love to the moon
On the perfect ambience of all moonful dusk
Oh!
Yes!
I made love to the moon.
I made love with the moon.
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