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Underneath the
Moon of Manakoora,
Soft breezes,
Tribal beats and
polynesian teases.
The sound of
soprano sirens
vocalizing to word-less
songs.
The air filled with
the scent of Jasmine and Poppy.
Dinner by the sea,
moonlight caressing our body.
Feather-light brushes and
fever-tipped advances.
chinese inspired Love....
Underneath the
Moon of Manakoora,
we make love to the sound
of 5,000 waves crashing against
the rocks.
Climaxes of nightime passion with
jungle intensity.
When you move, I swim helplessly in
dark potentcy.
Underneath the
Moon of Manakoora
Breezes and Love and soulful bliss;
love making to the sound of tiki drums.
Waves crashing and sleep in the shade of
palm trees.
Beauty and Peace.
Contentment and Ease,
underneath the
Moon of Manakoora
Copyright 2004
"Smokey Oracle" Publishings
"Poeta nascitur, non fit."
The Poet is born, not made.
PropheticNsyght
Moon of Manakoora,
Soft breezes,
Tribal beats and
polynesian teases.
The sound of
soprano sirens
vocalizing to word-less
songs.
The air filled with
the scent of Jasmine and Poppy.
Dinner by the sea,
moonlight caressing our body.
Feather-light brushes and
fever-tipped advances.
chinese inspired Love....
Underneath the
Moon of Manakoora,
we make love to the sound
of 5,000 waves crashing against
the rocks.
Climaxes of nightime passion with
jungle intensity.
When you move, I swim helplessly in
dark potentcy.
Underneath the
Moon of Manakoora
Breezes and Love and soulful bliss;
love making to the sound of tiki drums.
Waves crashing and sleep in the shade of
palm trees.
Beauty and Peace.
Contentment and Ease,
underneath the
Moon of Manakoora
Copyright 2004
"Smokey Oracle" Publishings
"Poeta nascitur, non fit."
The Poet is born, not made.
PropheticNsyght