Your light.

As silver shines upon us this night. She and I in this moonlight, seal together for eternity.

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The Keen Listener

The Beauty

 

Universe, you listen so keenly!

All I did was whisper a wish, for an inspiration.

The next day, there… she walked in!

Sex, A Love!

 

Whisper to you sensually
Touch with insane lust
Trickles my finger, along your curve
Passion, I see,hardens upon your bust.

Tease you with a feather
Round thy navel now I linger
Turns me on, as your tummy
Rhythmically quiver.

A bite of your lips
A hold on your hips
Gaze into my eyes
Honey, your love in south it drips.

Smoothness, your skin
Sweetness, your love within
Wildness, our passionate sin
Make love to me in music, my dear violin.

A Touch In Murk

The Hold

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On a love-hill

In hand-held

Tip-toe

We escalated.

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She sunder her hold

While I at mirth.

And murk

She took her birth.

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Now as I walk on colorless nights.

At despair I close my eyes.

And I’m fooled by a touch.

That no longer exist.

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The game now played

Life, at me they smirk!

A gift, a guide, orĀ  a hand mislaid

This touch, that fools me in murk?