My Moon Poem by Namita Rani Panda

You love but break away,
you commit but fail.
But every night
when I disrobe me
to put on my night gown,
I see the moon
that you passionately carved
with your warm lips
on my bare bosom,
to suck my suffering softly
and I hopefully wait for a coition
but when I see below
I see you my Sea,
fondly fondling and flattering
your lady love and
I silently shower my moonlight
to make your tireless lovemaking
lovely and everlasting.