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In warm embrace of summer's night,  
She sleeps alone, bathed in moonlight.  
The sheets still damp from love's embrace,  
Now hold the echo of her trace.

Her skin, aglow with passion's sheen,  
Reflects the dreams where she has been.  
An open window, curtains sway,  
Invites a breeze to gently play.

It whispers through the midnight air,  
A tender touch that finds her there.  
Like fingertips on harp strings light,  
It strums her chords in silent flight.

The cello's bow across her soul,  
Draws out the notes that make her whole.  
Vibrato sighs and long-held tones,  
Resound within her, deep and lone.

The breeze becomes her lips, her tongue,  
A haunting melody unsung.  
Her body, tuned to night's refrain,  
Responds to each emotive strain.

Cool air upon her moist warm skin  
Ignites a fire that burns within.  
Her rivers flow, a passionate tide,  
As senses stir and dreams collide.

Half-waking in this sweet suspense,  
She savors every reverence.  
Is this the wind or her return?  
Do phantom hands make senses yearn?

Lost between slumber and the dawn,  
She wonders if she's truly gone.  
Was it the breeze that touched her so,  
Or just a memory's gentle glow?
At dawn's first blush, where shadows softly sway,  
Upon this silent shore, my heart lays bare.  
The waves confess their secrets in the gray,  
Whispering your name within the morning air.

The sun ascends in streaks of gold and flame,  
Where once we walked, now only gulls take flight.  
Their fleeting traces washed away, no claim,  
Like echoes of your touch within the light.

As dawn dispels the lingering cloak of night,  
A tender beam of hope pierces my lone gaze.  
In this vast stretch, where solitude feels right,  
Your silhouette remains in dawn's embrace.
A single text from her, "I need to see you,"
Draws me through the night,
A moth to her flame, heart unsure.
Have I failed her somehow?
Love poured freely, space given wide,
Yet her desires, like wind, shift and hide.

Her apartment, a hushed, expectant space,
Save the flicker of candlelight,
And the distant splash of cleansing rite.
Nerves prickle, a hesitant, aroused pace
Leads me towards the bedroom's soft embrace.

Emerging from the bath, a goddess born,
Her skin aglow, in candlelight adorned.
Frozen, I stand, breath caught in my throat,
A fleeting moment, a precious note.
This fragile snowflake, unique and bright,
Etched forever in the memory's night.

Sensing my awe, she moves with feline grace,
Lioness eyes, a smile upon her face.
Gentle hands she erases all lingering fear,
Melting our souls, drawing us ever near.
Stars shimmer in the predawn night
A mountain lake awaits, her cool waters beckoning

I quickly shed all my clothes
Feeling the chill of the air
But I don't shiver - I'm ready to dive in, to surrender to her

Dawn's early gray peaks at the horizon
I plunge into her cold embrace
The rush of the water invigorates me
A shallow dive, my wet cheeks greeting the morning air

Stars begin to fade
I start my stroke
Muscles warming, I kick like a spring frog
Water ebbs and flows through my body
Like a Bach Adagio, slow and serene

I brush my hip with my hand on each stroke
I feel wet skin
My skin
No suit

Pinks and purples, a sonnet of color, grace the sky
I roll over on my back, chest above the water
Cool breeze whispers over my *******
Water caressing my skin
Aware of this fleeting moment
This glorious sunrise never to be seen again

Morning sun chases away dawn's colors
I quicken my pace, feeling my shoulders ache
Mind starts to wander, blocking the pain

What if everyone could experience this swim?
Becoming one with nature
Comfortable living in their skin
No hate, no depression

Morning has arrived
As I reach the shore, legs wobbly and head spinning
I stand looking at the sky, feeling grateful to be alive
Memories of this swim, a treasure to cherish
I smile -I am a swimmer
Golden rays paint the dawn, as a new day unfolds.
Hope blooms in my chest, tinged with a restless awe.
A sense of longing stirs, a whisper of what's to come.

To share a sunrise with one who understands,
To sense the earth's pulse beneath naked skin,
To feel the dew flow down my body, between my legs,
To awaken, body and soul, bathed in light.
The scent of damp earth fills my senses, my skin shimmers,
Melding with the dawn, I become one with the land.

A prayer on my lips, a silent plea: May she see the light within me, and meet it with her own.
The forest awakens, birds take flight, leaves rustle in the breeze.
In this sonnet of nature, I awaken my lonely soul.
A search for a girl that gets me.

— The End —