Moonlit nights

On those moonlit nights, your tiger yearns for you…where is my pretty lady of the deep dark stripes, the beauty that I call mine? As I close my eyes on yet another day, I wonder where I shall rest my head, if not on your lap?

The days are tough, the hours are long and the nights brim with expectancy. How I look forward to the time when one hunt ends and the next one begins. The hunt for a great time to spend, a hunt for pleasing conversations, and for intimate escapes of the mind. A look that scorches the soul, equally loving at the same time. Profound touches and alighted senses that make life livable, one day at a time, one memory at a time, one moment at a time…..

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