Red rivers flow
through our veins,
blending with the
blush of love
upon our flesh,
and we’re left
trembling and aching,
as soft hands
slide along
subtle curves
and hair falls
over naked flesh.
And we yearn
for this nearness,
of being possessed entirely,
craving hungry kisses
in the dark
that instills
divine drunkenness
in the flesh
and beyond.
And we listen to
the music of the night,
an overture of
two beating hearts
with a passion
that’s greater
than the shining stars
in this magic we
create together,
without which,
we are nothing.


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