‘Twas the Night of the Full Moon

This is going out in my newsletter tomorrow, but I just couldn’t wait to share it!

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’Twas the night of the full moon and all through the clan

a creature was roaming—was he bear, was he man?

Gruff and commanding and misunderstood,

the shifter stepped out of the dark, piney wood.

 

Alone in her cottage, a sweet spinster sat,

reading a romance novel, safe with her cat.

When lo and behold, a knock on the door

announced a huge hottie she’d not met before.

 

“Let me in,” he said, “’cause our love’s meant to be.

You’re mine and I’m yours, so don’t argue with me.”

His muscles were rippling, he had abs for days.

She wanted to touch him in intimate ways.

 

But he was a stranger, and bossy, at that.

She stood, hands on hips, and unseated her cat.

“What’s that?” she sputtered. “We haven’t gone on a date!

You can’t barge in here and declare me your mate!”

 

“I can and I will, because our love is true.

Ask anything of me, I’ll prove it to you.”

She looked in his eyes and read truth in his face.

The love she saw there made her lonely heart race.

 

Their hearts were as one, they fit perfectly,

and deep down she knew their love was meant to be.

He kissed her and pleased her up against the wall,

and she sighed, “Insta-love ain’t so bad after all.”

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