fondest dream


Dawn breaks yet again,
aglow like our skin
awash with the sheen
of love’s offering.
The bed in which we lie,
scented by heady musk,
crushed and wrinkled
as we wrestled in lust
Our eyes meet
and between us flies
an infinite moment of love
that neither hides
We have filled
night’s lunar glow
with the cries
of our need,
and songs of sighs.
Our bodies sated,
we bask in afterglow,
murmuring soft words,
as our souls merge and flow.

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