The moon's ghostly, silvery glow caresses everything
it touches
Two lovers in the tall grass breathing deeply,
Quenching themselves with lust
They are absorbed with each other and
as their passions mount they become as one
excited, happy, free
With fury unleased he explodes into her as she submits,
Together they climax and they rest,
A cool night breeze rustles over their
naked, spent bodies
They fall asleep as two young lovers
on this restless night
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