I see the crystallized plumes of my breath Circle lazily through the moonlight As a torrent of images from another place and time Surrounds my waking spirit with their flight
Desire was a word that had no meaning Until these images embraced my very essence Now I am moved like the hypnotic motion of the sea As I am vividly reminded of your presence
The air is heavy with the scent of oncoming yearning Enhancing the sweet flavor of the memory of the pleasure Of your mouth and skin against my own I can no longer breathe, much less in equal measure
This sweet recollection dissolves all my inhibitions Sweet modesty flees from my soul As I recall the unearthly music we made in our love When your kindred spirit held mine long ago
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