3WW: i’ll sing to you

i’ll sing to you of the new moon tonight

as it’s mysterious silvery beams pour

over my body as warm as your man essence

feels sliding down my legs

i’ll roll my hips in a primitive pagan dance

older than the earth , from the time

of stars and galaxies and flying moons

from other worlds

there will be no reason, no thought, no intellect

only passion, desire, lust, instinct

and the movement of my body in the moonlight

I’ll sing to you of the new moon tonight

even as

you turn your indifferent face

away

Poem inspired by 3 Word Wednesday XCIII, writing prompts:

Indifferent
Pour
Reason