Analysis of Angelic Moon

What more could you ask for after the moments we shared,
laying in the grass under the full moon’s glow, there,
beside the water, beneath the stars
shooting across a midnight sky for those blue eyes.

Sifting through her hair with the tips of my limbs, then,
pressing and caressing against her skin, sipping her scent and holding it in,
her gentle whispers tickle my ear,
her slender fingers slither along my sides with the bitter touch of lust and delight
as the dusky twilight glows behind an eclipsing moon,
and so suddenly soon am I lost in the fiery shine of stars which are her eyes.

As she looked deep within my eyes she said,
"You make me nervous," and then,
"we should never see each other again."

She slipped from my grip
like silk flies through the wind.

I never saw that girl again.