My dear moon-child,
your pale glow framed in black,
with dotted spots of sunshine speckling your ivory
has taught me much of beauty.
Turn to me again, boy of dark chocolate eyes.
Melt, and drip your sweetness onto my tongue.
I long for your lips, like soft kittens
which nuzzle my neck
and nestle in the hollow of my throat.
My precious one, I ache for the harbour of your arms.
