Moonflower.

Cloaked in her petals

To gently undress

Un furling a Moonflowers

Sweet bitter kiss

A silvery bead

She put to my lips

Whist I bound in rapture

Her moments release

To passion the moon glow

To become as one

And flow with the moon flow

To cry as she comes

With tides of the moon sea

A moon cast rainbow

 A silvery bead

Where ever she grows.

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