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