So fallen unto the embracing kiss
of those lips that speak in silent love
with the dialect of reciprocity,
the idiom of amorous culture
so entrenched within the fleeting moments the evanescent evening that as a shawl upon
your silken skin.
Adorns your breasts with the stars aligned, a glittering gift from the divine. So enthralled to your scent, the very colors on the plumage so vivid.
The delight at first light, dulcet brown sugar, coffee black eyes. On the very sun we dance, and on the moon we love.
Within the eiderdown we dream, silent moments in between
So fallen are we.
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