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Wilderness In Between
Wine was spilled and deep red marks were left as
I let the glass slip through my fingers and while
Lips are red though not from gloss reminding of a
Dark lilac if not a dying rose with its thorns cut
I draw closer to hear his heartbeat and
The feel of a tender touch that teases as
His strong arms entwine around me because
The tune of this night is too gentle and as
Our hearts are sparking and minds are at rest
We feel the tight wilderness in between our
Desires that are surrounded by hopes of which
We have only dreamt about hence now
This very moment could be seen by anyone if
They entered because now here we are and
The time and the underground reality we share is so
Honest and pure as eyes which meet and
Skin that warms at this time in which
His power fades the illusion of
Desperately seeking because
It is right here where the hope becomes a virtue as
The moment is real.
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