Night-Time...
The air is cold and crisp
The moon full and high
Finally there is peace and
quiet
The world has gone to sleep
She sits alone bathed in the
moonlight
Dreaming the dreams that
only she knows
The night is her fantasy play-
ground....
She can be shy and hide in
the shadows....
Or she can be sensious and
daring....
All aglow with moonlight.
She can flirt with her lover...
Keeping herself just out of
arms reach.
Or she can touch him with
her soul...
Holding him so close in her
arms.
One minute soft and gentle..
The next wild and care free.
Her dreams are set free...
In the still of the night
The moon gives her dreams
wings
And fly with them she will...
Untill .... on the horizon there
is an amber glow
The world is waking up....
She knows that it is time to
close the gates....
Of her fantasy play-ground.
She’ll be back when the moon
is high...
And the world is asleep.
