#callipygous

plenilunarya. pertaining to the full moon

“I thought I was having a rather wonderful plenilunary vision for a moment. Then I realised that Lucia had cast a cantrip over me by slipping out of her robe and being so, oh, I don’t know…so bloody callipygous.”

Or, more poignantly:

“My darling Carlotta, you will never know how sorrowful I am that I shall never be bathed in your plenilunary light as I hold you in my arms.”