The moon making it's grand entrance onto the night sky stage, announced first by a warm glow hanging over the mountain peak.
Awe* there you are, Mother Moon.
Come entice me with the milky clouds of sweetness that cluster your bosom.
Let me brush the moonbeams into my hair, rubbing them gently in between tendrils of curls.
Dancing bare under your illuminating light, we make love to the moment. Here.
I will holler and sing your praises with tears of gratitude streaming down cheeks.
The walk to sleep has never felt quite like this before.
Moon Soaked & Satisfied*
Love,
Lady Rainbow*Faerie Godmother
focus on the moon*