#WritcoPoemPrompt90
Moonlight Shadows, Hand in hand,
Leaning through the night in the meadow,
Against the compassionate trees of faraway land,
Your hands on my thigh slowly creep up,
And yet I pretend to remain unaware of it,
Your eyes lock mine in a vise like grip,
Your lips have targetted mine,
And yet I pretend to be unaffected.
You slowly lean in and whispher,
Which send shudders through me,
As if the cold night is not enough,
You tell me the darkest line I detest most,
That I'll be never enough.
Then you disappear into the mist from where I created you,
My inner insecured me, who I detest the most.



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