Skinny Dipping
A misty fog dissipates at Dawn's first light,
yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
And a scarlet sun slowly rises,
on this misty Autumn morn.
Through hope, or happy happenstance,
I perceive an undertone of whispers;
as silks and satins rustle
in the breeze, with a telltale flutter.
An Angel has strayed from heaven,
her beauty holds me transfixed.
And as her smile greets mine,
we embrace and passionately kiss.
Her lips unlock my heart, with keys of desire,
oblivious to sin or folly.
And curious tongues indulge in exploration,
acquiescing to passion's will.
Aroused, we succumb to naked flesh,
skinny-dipping in intimate pools of pleasure.
And synchronize our heartbeats with
the opus of our souls.
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