Beneath the Crescent Moon

-to Princess Alessandra

I just want to look at you
your golden glowing spectre
reflecting itself like jewlery
Your candy coated complacency
lulling me to dream
Your sexy aroma royale
luring me towards fantasy

Lock me up in that sensual blurr
with its sensual stingy bite
sensually sizzling electricity spinning
round our lusty lucid breaths
grinning mad like playful cats

Angels grow beneath the Crescent Moon
they flap their wings to the same soft tunes
I heard ya sing when I first saw you.

Angels groove beneath the Crescent moon
like swans they swim through the same
warm springs
you were bathing in -
that swell afternoon