A full moon night, it brings out the dreamer in me, the romantic child in a woman's form, who still believes in soft songs, sweet words, gentle touches of lips speaking tender words of...anything. With the moon weaving it's magic, the words shared mean little in comparison to the warm feeling of the breath that carries them from tongue to ear.
a full moon night that feels colors, feels rhythms of life, feels the burden of unspoken hopes, bruised realities, the belief that a touch can ignite the spark of passion and heat.
Everything felt, everything thought, everything hoped for, everything dreamed of, everything yearning for release lives in a night like this one. All broken pieces are silenced in the light of the dark sky tonight.
Tonight, everything is possible.
These nights are intoxicating.
The realities are unlikely to measure even close but it's worth the time to sit for awhile inside of the beauty of a night full of a moon.
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