I saw your moon rise like fires in the sky,
so fast and red.
And as I clasped that sweet orb tight
and pressed my knees into your thighs
I realised – you really are the light,
which sparks these little fires
that turn alive my eyes.
So brutalised yet comfortable
you turn once more to me
requesting if my will can stomach you again!
And then the smiles turn on my face,
lit up bright and bold as Brass.
Your moon hides as I turn again
and clasp your hidden arse!