Adagio chased Goddess,
whispering silver soft illusions
sighing to the wind,
eternally sweet carresses,
free ing your mind
with each
warm brown echo.
a voice found
fastened to
buttons.......
falling stars
that would soon
undress
the
golden
moon,
for she has
wrapped
herself
demurely
in the mists,
to hide
her face
from a
lover's
gaze......
we know the sun
has left
a kiss,
upon his own ,
eternal,
slave....
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