Kiss of the moonbeam Run a finger over her velvet arm Aglow in white moonbeams The shivers that

run down your sideburns Through her burning fingers Will set the cold luminescence of air on fire. Moonbeams, Slipping through the black silky folds of the sky Like rivulets of molten silver Paint her skin, her hair, her lipsand When she arches back to receive your kiss You will see the thousand kisses on her supple neck That the moonbeams have stolen While you watched her wanton dance with the moonlight! Perched so, on the edge of desire on the cliff Watch your reflections entwining with the incandescent lake below And your breath will catch with each ripple That mirrors your passion evoked by the Kiss of the moonbeam!