The moon smiled again when she saw my figure being united to yours in a perfect shade, exposed to the world but perceived just by her.
The moon remembered the eternal nights and dawns that took care of us, covering us with her mantle of silver-plated light, that way, the time and space would be for us and for nobody else...
The moon was reborn again in your sparkling eyes while you relived in your memory once more those warm nights, hoping and waiting eagerly to appreciate again this body that surrounds the soul who has always loved you.
The moon waited with you my arrival, waiting patiently the encounters of those lovers who had made her so happy. She dies a little when there seems to be no trace of me nearby, but she revives at the sound of my voice whispering my most deepest wishes to your ear.
Then the moon makes love with us, and as always she has returned to live in our skin, in our souls, in our love and in our physical forms that are united in a perfect shade, exposed to the world but perceived just by her.
*Lady M*
