Non-Consummation

We are all touch but no desire For in each other's arms We are blissful With no wish, no requirement To take it further. We make love without making love My base lusts sated In the caress of your long limbs Your hair soft in my fingers Lips brushing cheeks and hands And we entwine in each other At home in the scent of warm skin. A deeper love than I ever knew We are inside of each other Without secrets or falsehoods Our souls naked To our perceptive eyes. We are utterly beautiful In our private universe Born of night and long drives And words.

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Alexandra-Burwood

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