Through dreams in purple and infinity, where ceaseless yearning throbs

Through dreams in purple and infinity, where ceaseless yearning throbs, A voracious dance of constellations, through my veins relentlessly flows, It's an ode of bodies, igniting with touches, in boundless love aglow, And each whispering of fingers murmurs questions, summoning angelic shows. I embarked on a marathon of the senses, an Aphrodite's myth softly spoken, An act unending in stirring closeness, without any halt, From the first spark that marks the rebirth of a universe, expectation unbroken, Until attraction lets down its curtain, and longing gradually retreats into anonymous calm. In this mystic interlude, with psalms of rustling, with gazes mated in secrecy, A promenade of fierce emotions, where time forgets to tick in dialogue, The sacred deed unfolding before us, evidence of existence shared only by two, with guilt's decree, And every breath or blink, maxims of keen pleasure, reign over a divine hour, a clear prologue. Ah, but as you step into a temple of love, beware, for the heart you might lock, When the music of the body ignores the breaks, or crescendos piercing the chamber's wall, Yet, true mastery, nurtured in youth, is to sing with relentless resource, To extend the prelude, an act of magic in flesh and feeling, more delicate than any ballad's call. To live this perpetuum mobile of love, with fervor that burns etheric, Is a risk we embrace, for beauty is peril, and love is the master key, In this game stretched over years, where the final is merely a chapter, not an ultimate decree, We remain captives in a symphony of pleasure, everlastingly durable, where each touch unfurls poetically.