He gently looks at me with dusky sighs
Although he’s bared my soul a hundred times
Those deepened eyes unfold to memorize
All captive thrills releasing moans , sublime.
His eyes are twilight’s song in waves of haze
Exploring hunger’s thirst, a moistened glade
And every movement sets the stars, ablaze
To grasp the blooming rise of tunes replayed.
A mounted flavor climbs, and I’m complete
With glow , to open mouth of eve-song’s fire
Inside one breath, our tender glances heat,
Disrobing this and that, moonbeams conspire.
Those dusky eyes anoint my fluid skin
As ripples of chaste love tremble within.
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