at
night i dream your kiss is near the lips upon my face
as
candles dance with broken flames around our soft embrace
and
though desire burns in me like lava at its core
it’s
held at bay to gently sway by showing i adore
the
beauty of your silken face with kiss and fingertips
mixed
slowly with sweet compliments like honey on my lips
and as
the flames defy the mist that swirls out on the lawn
i
whisper you’re God’s inspiration as he paints each dawn
until
my hands are welcomed to continue their caress
across
the perfect garden planted on your flower dress
my
kisses descend to your neck to do away with words
enticing
you to yield to what you would have thought absurd
if i
had let my lust be known at the very first
but
now you melt into a stream to slowly quench my thirst
for
the seduction never stops and never will assume
the
coverlet will be complete without the spinning loom
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