Lunar Lullabies from a Silver Siren

Poems, short stories, and musings from the lady known as Silver.

Happy Hour Revisited

These days I come bathed freshly in moonlight
Since our rendezvous seem to get pushed back
Later and later
Perhaps the liquor tastes sweeter because
Of the wait
Fewer drinks only means that
Each drop is to be savored all the more and
The burn is that much more intense
As my body is not quite so used to it
These days
Your flavor fills my senses
Coursing through my being
Humming through my body
Such a sweet fire
Such a slow burn
The only question is how much to indulge
Quite often I find that
The pain rising up with me in
The morning is
Worth the ecstasy of the night.

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