Take a few sips of poetry, whispered the night into my ears, and I gave all myself to become it's muse. (Read Caption) Every night, I pull moon close to me, and hid under my blanket's radar, to feel the winds leftover traces on it's mouth on my skin, when my toes sway mingling with its breaths, and I lose my mind, when it plays a lusty scrabble on my back.