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Your sigh—flute’s trill upon my waiting neck,
Awakens chords that hum beneath my breast.
Melodies where naked spirits—*****,
Notes wild and free, where passions seek their crest.

Each touch, a whole note, bodies, andante, coalesce,
A prelude to a symphony of our scents,
Where songs of pleasure swell, we gently press,
Our emotions we softly bare—no consent.

Your skin, a sun-warmed drum—hands descend,
We resonate in rhythms—smooth and deep.
Exploring with you, lost in sweet desires, ageless spent.
I taste the salt where gentle currents seek sleep.

Our inner music flows, a tide without a name,
In Gaia's Soothing Haven, our bodies, unashamed.
Moon drags her silver stylus—waves engrave sand.
Our bodies, hourglass, ride its sand.
Hungry tides carve sand.
Sighs press our secrets in the sand
Tidal pools whisper vows in sand,
then retreating waves unwrite sand.

Our love, rewritten as sand.
Dawn erases nothing.
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
Spring's chill morning, bald eagle's wingspan wide,
Whistling wind through wings —- hushed secret sigh.
Her gaze, a steel talon, grips my soul inside,
Reminding me of ashes of oblivion, now soaring in time.
Love will lift us stronger, future clouds where we'll glide.
On my run today, a bald eagle flew within 10 meters of me.  I heard the wind whistle through her wings.
In twilight's hush, where our sighs softly fade,
Beneath your gaze, my lonely world begins to shift.
Your lips on mine, my shy resolve will melt,
As fragile walls of fear begin decay.
With every breath, our trembling bodies transform,
A silent vow to love — endure.

Through stormy nights, our passion will endure,
As the fog of past silence start to fade.
Your hands on my thighs, my spirit starts, transform,
Unfurling petals as my defenses shift.
In the heat of us, like hail, inhibitions decay,
Like sun-kissed snow, slowly, we melt.

Dawn breathes, and into each other we deeply melt,
Our roots, explore, a stronger love to endure.
What once was fear, now honeyed sweetness, decay,
As shadows of old hurts begin to fade.
With every challenge faced, our love learns to shift,
In full bloom, as seasons gently transform.

Years pass, and still our joined hearts transform,
Time's trials make us bend but never melt.
Life's rivers carve new paths, yet we still shift,
Together, building new havens to endure.
Though youthful bloom on skin may softly fade,
Our passion feeds on rich and fertile decay.

From this rich soil of necessary decay,
We nurture love, watch it grow and transform.
The first spark of desire refuses to fade,
Into each other’s depths, we willingly melt.
Our bond, forged in fire, destined to endure,
As steadfast as the stars that nightly shift.

Like tides that breathe and sway, our moods may shift,
But our deep core of love resists all decay.
This flame between us, constant, will endure,
Each touch, each glance, continues to transform.
Two souls, forever destined to softly melt,
A whispered union nothing to ever fade.

Though time may swiftly shift, and surface beauty fade,
Love's gentle decay helps us deeply endure.
We transform, melt, forever as one.
Without her, I am a lone wave cast adrift,
Where salted winds and whispers lure me more;
Her water, lost love, remains my soul’s true gift,
Recalling nights of bare skin, on earth-warmed, shore.

I sense her rhythm in the ocean’s score,
A chord of flesh and salty tears allure;
Her pulse, a tide that bids my soul restore,
In lustful waves where dreams and desires endure.

I, the lone wave, feel her touch in every surge,
Where breezes hum on dunes with whispered care;
Her love flows, andante, in rhythms we emerge,
A salt-kissed ballad breathed on coastal air.

Thus, in my depths, her water, a sonnet farewell,
Gaia’s Soothing Haven mourns love’s endless swell.
Roots crave the storm that splits slits wide—  
her mouth, a monsoon, hymns the altar of my hips.  
Bloom, collapse—the flower’s suicide.  

We harmonize in rot, two parasite brides—  
her tongue, moonlight, laps my bark’s eclipse.  
Roots crave the storm that splits slits wide,  

though thorns pierce our palms (we clutch, deranged, we lied).  
Her breath, a serpent, hisses through my lips:  
Bloom, collapse—the flower’s suicide.  

My spine, a stalk; her teeth strip back the rind.  
She peels me raw—a lyre of nerves, unzipped.  
Roots crave the storm that splits slits wide—  

each gasp, a flood; each bruise, a psalm denied.  
We drown in mud, the earth a sloppy kiss of silt.  
Bloom, collapse—the flower’s suicide.  

The hollow stalk still sings the storm’s refrain—  
But hunger’s her religion. I’m her crypt.  
Roots crave the storm that splits slits wide.  
Bloom, collapse—the flower’s suicide.
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