She waited calmly, even as she longed
For that one moment in that one night, when the full moon shined and shined ever so bright,
On her glittering, shimmering, shivering body.
At the command of the King of the Night, he came roaring, soaring, bright.
One moment each night, one night each month and twelve nights a year, when he was hers and she his own.
A moment's touch that left her moist and longing,
Leaving a bit of himself on her each time, like a kiss, a promise, for another moment, in another night.
The price she paid, was ever so great, for being the farthest grain of sand, so deeply in love with the frothy wave, in servitude of the Mighty Sea.
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