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He had waited for her, all his life.
All she desired was to stay in his arms,
to awaken each day in embrace.
All she needed was the love he bled,
to last every minute of her lifetime -
but tomorrow he would be gone.
His goodbye, cut her like a knife – deeply.
He was trembling inside, but remained calm.
This was his final night with his beloved,
last time they would enjoy each other.
Carnal desires flamed – the final seduction,
like two caged beasts set free.
In pure silence, he could hear her tears falling,
as he touched her, she moved away in sorrow.
He held her hand – delicately kissing her tears,
his mouth a soothing oasis for her waterfalls.
As his subtle tongue soothed her heartbreak,
a flame kindled in her eyes, igniting his soul.
Her tender tongue, opened the door to ecstasy
as tongues danced with lips locked in passion.
He was the curator to her flower garden
and he knew this was his final masterpiece.
His last chance to show his lover – the love he held,
for all he yearned, was her unconditional love.
He removed her clothes, without pausing for breath,
seductively he explored her bronzed olive skin.
Worshipping his Goddess with attentive devotion.
Lost in nirvanic utopia, she opened to him,
as he lost himself, inside her flowergarden.
The night was filled with lovers dancing in paradise.
Breathless moments, hearts rapidly beating.
Two bodies illuminated in sizzling hot intense excitement.
But, when she opened her jaded brown eyes,
he was gone, leaving a note -
promising to love her till the end of time.
The Silent One
Originally written 17 January 2016
Reposted 7 February 2018
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