Looking Up...

...the drifting flakes of snow could not hide the cold heat of the moon's pull. If anything, the snow was like lingerie, a sensual covering that hinted of what lay beneath. If I stare to long, it is hypnotizing...and stirring...
I am looking up, feeling the burning fire
...knowing that somewhere, you may glance up to, and we will stare for a moment...at eternity
...Morgan

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