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Something felt prophetic about the night The music was alive with velvet promise Like melodic jewels dropped from heaven A quiet storm of desire descended upon them His gentleness was eager and excited Her grace was brave and honest Both intense in their willingness She smiled into his eyes then – Such exquisite torture His heart too full for speech In short course his flesh fused into hers Down reaching into her very bones And the floodgates of bliss Tumbled lavishly mixed with the sound Of their silken sighs Words spoken so easily In their smoldering passion As he called out to God And in deep ecstatic whispers She swore in blood oaths Their bodies became fluid Like warm mercury mingling Flowing hotly together as a Single River Into the farthest reaches of forever
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
The Renaissance
Something felt prophetic about the night The music was alive with velvet promise Like melodic jewels dropped from heaven A quiet storm of desire descended upon them His gentleness was eager and excited Her grace was brave and honest Both intense in their willingness She smiled into his eyes then – Such exquisite torture His heart too full for speech In short course his flesh fused into hers Down reaching into her very bones And the floodgates of bliss Tumbled lavishly mixed with the sound Of their silken sighs Words spoken so easily In their smoldering passion As he called out to God And in deep ecstatic whispers She swore in blood oaths Their bodies became fluid Like warm mercury mingling Flowing hotly together as a Single River Into the farthest reaches of forever
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
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