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The first
of the seven moons
came last night
when I saw her
next to silhouetted light
my eyes refused
to look away.  
My beautiful star
the second moon
I’ve lost all pain
in your arms. 
The third moon
is a quick
and fast start
inching up super close
so I can look
deep in to her eyes. 
The fourth moon
and her outfit
something she’s been working on
it shows her perfect curves
held hard
against her 30 years. 
The fifth moon
and her prayer sessions
down on broken knees
to palms, she bends
bless me please
she looks up
with the bluest eyes
of course,
she asks
the forbidden words
do you mind
if I ask?
To the sixth moon
the hour is late again
quiet are the footfalls
reflected by the bright neon
her skin shines
the hour glistens
her voice is strong
inched up super close
she gives a set of commands. 
Set now for the seventh moon
time and attention 
she demands,
in the span of each hour
each second counts. 
It’s impossible now
to take eyes from eyes
curved and palmed
this is the new season. 
The prideful power
built up inside
she’s so easy to follow
the power play
pulls the switch 
in all of us
so celebrate 
your moons.