Making Love to the Blue Moon

She was mystical
magic, ready to sacrifice
her spiritual body
for anything, for love,
for life, for death,
dancing madly her
hands interlaced
stretched upwards making
love to the blue moon,
her white dress flowed
with the sway of her
bouncing hips,
moonbeams shined
through showing off
her womanly figure,dropping
one arm at a time,
gliding her hands smoothly
over her breasts, through her
wild hair, down her neck
than back to the
blue moon,
throwing her head back
letting the light
kiss her face,
pulling her hands into her
warmth than into her
mouth, chanting and moaning
feeling the heat rise up
to the moon,
she floated freely while
the moon loved her back.