My Queen of the Night
Moonlit skin shine as bright,
as the white petals yet unseen.
Soft petals remind me,
of your skin against my lips.
The scent of your hair drifts,
like the pollen fresh from the bloom.
Rare flowers only bloom with the moonrise.
Such beauty never seen until nightfall.
You are just as rare and beautiful,
Only blooming under the moonlight.
We are the same.
Only blooming in the peace of night.
We are Moonlit flowers.
Wondering if one day,
we can bloom in the warm sunlight.
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