Daughter of the moon

Daughter of the moon,
caressed hills and valleys
are fleeting until empty
guilt finds you laying
your head on his chest;
her hand was warm and soft,
he kissed her eyelids,
searching for a connection
now his passion had ebbed;
even the darkness
cannot hide the fact
they are strangers;
she was seeking love,
his unmet need,
as timeless as life itself.

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