Luminescence

Moon beams dance on the water
A Nightingale sings to her daughter
A cool breeze grips her tightly
A warm hand strokes her gently
Her toes flutter in the sand
Their eyes lock, lips embrace
A hint of peppermint she does taste
Tongues intertwine, weaved like basket of silk and vine
Her glow luminescent just like mine

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