Making Love
The cry
of my body
for completeness
is a cry
for you
Your slender waist
and thighs
are exhausted
from a night
of cloud chasing
Speechless
we make love
in mist of clouds
I cover you
with love
when next
I see you
with caress
and ecstacy
then let down
your silken hair
over your shoulders
make blossom
in me
flowers of fire
and whatever happens
this night
your body
will haunt mine....
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