It shines its silver light
Mystical strands of silver winds
Flowing to and fro from her majestic hair
Creating wave like effects in the lit air
Her eyes shine as if they were the essence of the moon
Her lips gleaming with the silver light
As wanting a succulent kiss
Throat pulsing with the blood of an immortal
Breast as perfect as a goddess of
All that is beautiful, lovely, and subduing
Her belly smooth and untainted
Curves begging to be taken by force
By my hands only so that they will warm them
Hips so graceful swaying invitingly
Legs that are strong but flexible
Soft to the slightest rub or touch
Quivering when I only give her an ankles touch
To her I am a king, A dream
To me she is the beholder of my love
Her arms around my neck holding for dear life
My hands an her hips intertwined with passion
The moon's shining silver makes this mystical attraction
Shining on her face love and compassion
This is all there ever was
This silver sweet bliss which is
The Silver Kiss