She didn't want to be captured by any
Men pursued relentlessly
Luring her with incentives
But she wasn't here for money or fame
She just portrayed herself with artistic flair
The day she chose me to capture her in my frames
I couldn't trust my luck
Only silhouette, she highlighted
Even though I was discontented
For I craved to see more of her flesh
She posed
Not for me
She was sheer poetry in motion
In the dim lit room when her crescent curves
She glittered like the moon
The brilliance of her silhouette
Burned my senses
With slippery hands as I captured her haunting images
I knew this would be only time
I will be this closer to the exotic Moon.
©LR









