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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) O, how I swoon in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss - your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire; touching me with urgent rapture, saturating me in sparkles of champagne light - then, streaming through me in bold shafts of gold. We embrace in the broadening bloom of lantana skies - our burning blend; your western blaze my prismatic panes telling stories of love and pain, bestowing rainbow-shadows into depths of dark serenity - our fervor cast like water-colored sprites in far-flung illuminations across dusky medieval arches enlightening dim granite walls gracing graceful curves and conscientious columns in jewel-shades waltzing with your solar pulse. Our vivacious union reflects our Renaissance romance in mirrored mirages dyeing the staid floor in painted riches - that richly rejoice - in plashes of splashy orgies of light and silhouette - the appetite of holy ambiance whet by warm and cool tones pregnant with passions of the heart and imbued with torments and ecstasies of the soul - cleaving humanity and divinity in flaring flair; emerald, sapphire, citrine and garnet, amid our spellbinding moments of tantric twilight magic. Our synergy electrifies the night-falling quietude of this sacred space before our enchanted euphoria begins to wane.. and as your dying flame gives way to the rise of the shy crescent moon I lose my orgasmic zest to the evening’s ebony hue.
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