One Night 'neath 'th Crescent Moon - (Rep.)
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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
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Pressed rose, sweet suckle, did we savour
in the brush of a summers eve moving-
fresh, as an evening breeze o'er Thames.
Moon spurred our moment of Bogart and Hepburn
'neath its beaconed smile ever lambent...,
quite audaciuosly.
Eye-drenched by showers of anthrocite,
tiny stars, what metaphor for a poem, you say....
Your beauty beholds my desire, I reply.
We made love 'neath th' crescent Moon
'til the Sun rose, painting our silhouettes...,
quite artistically...
FjR-MMXVI
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