La Luna

A thin outline draws of a secret synchronicity, turning like clockwork, the complimentary rotations of a dynamic duo. The canvas upon which his majesty paints, present in harmony, his lunar lust. He kisses her softly at first, then with a fiery passion of blusing momentum. His lavish showers driving her to wane.

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