moon
the moon finally let me go.
the only moon in the high velvet nights.
on my blackest skin, it softly caressed
without abandon, and no
fault.
the moon finally let me go,
in my blackest skin. it let me go and
without abandoning,
the moon surrendered me, and my
blackest skin bare
to the fleeting morning dew and its
assured
sun rise.
the only moon in the high velvet nights.
on my blackest skin, it softly caressed
without abandon, and no
fault.
the moon finally let me go,
in my blackest skin. it let me go and
without abandoning,
the moon surrendered me, and my
blackest skin bare
to the fleeting morning dew and its
assured
sun rise.