Full moon once again bright in the sky;
bit of craziness--don’t ask me why.
I feel longing much more than before;
Earth’s one satellite--pulling encore.
Bless me, July to June;
orbiting high, I wait on the moon.
Lunar nudging from miles above;
lustful rheostat, dial up love.
There comes an urge like tidal wave flow,
acting on this guy way down below.
Bless me, midnight to noon;
glorious phase, I wait on the moon.
Night in my veins, might of moon remains
to panic pulse and quicken breathing.
Orb overhead, basic passion bred;
normal state of calmness is leaving.
Tranquil sea afar on sphere of rock;
reticent I am yet I must talk.
Like I’m caught in a plight of ad-lib;
O mad moon you are making me glib.
Bless me, and none too soon;
maker of tides, I wait on the moon.
Full moon through the clouds lighting the dark;
on my feelings you’re making your mark.
I feel hyper because you are there;
surge, electrified, state of aware.
Bless me before I swoon;
orbiting high, I wait on the moon.
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