Your breath, a silken whisper, feathered sigh,
A sweet note kissing, melting at my breast.
Soft fingers trace where tremors swell and fly,
The night's own song, our glistening body's quest.
Wind unhooks window latch—waves of storm crest
As trembling hands unhook lace—sway freely, all doubts.
Cool air fingers our moist bodies— caressed
Night rain spills secrets, our open lips—pout.
Scent of our love, petrichor, a musky earth perfume throughout.
Our windows slowly open, yielding to love’s refrain
Her love, a monsoon’s gail, I’m parched without—
Souls stripped to root by air’s cool, lashing reign
Through open windows, Gaia’s Haven breathes—
Her throat our cries, Her ribs the wreath they weave
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 6:53 AM UTC
Your breath, a silken whisper, feathered sigh,
A sweet note kissing, melting at my breast.
Soft fingers trace where tremors swell and fly,
The night's own song, our glistening body's quest.
Wind unhooks window latch—waves of storm crest
As trembling hands unhook lace—sway freely, all doubts.
Cool air fingers our moist bodies— caressed
Night rain spills secrets, our open lips—pout.
Scent of our love, petrichor, a musky earth perfume throughout.
Our windows slowly open, yielding to love’s refrain
Her love, a monsoon’s gail, I’m parched without—
Souls stripped to root by air’s cool, lashing reign
Through open windows, Gaia’s Haven breathes—
Her throat our cries, Her ribs the wreath they weave
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