Hold tomorrow

Layed bare in the misty light of the narcessant  moon
Her beauty reflected, on our skin’s pink tinged bloom
Shielded from harsh light, in a silken cocoon
Safe in your arms,our unofficial honeymoon
Soothed by our passion, that musical tune
Dreading tomorrow, coming too soon

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