Luna

The faint lines linger on her skin

like the taste a boy leaves on ones lips

Gently dancing to the waves 

her eyes hypnotyzing to any man she craves

The burning heart that carries throughout the night,

and guides a soul into the light

Always watching on the side but shes a night owl

and through her eyes a million stars

The darkness is where she looks her best,

and her coldness puts everyone to rest

Wears no clothes, but covers so much

an old soul with centuries to watch

Men her company and sky her friend,

she's left hanging on as they move ahead,