I have traced the crevices of her desires
in soft and steady satin stirring strokes,
to bear the flush of heart throbbing thoughts
where lips and words are music
writing a symphony of taunting theme.
But in the quiet tension
of night's brewing intimacy
we find our song with a touch's baton
love being our conductor.
If all our tomorrow were to cascade into oblivion
and every second bled of its joy,
my soul would still hold onto the lace of our embraces
until Heaven is where our breath was breathed.
For though life twists and snarls in sensation
and scores of thorns and tears breed in sunset,
they all pass into a hallow forgotten
because I have my angel's face to carry as my shield.
Together we cling to the stars burning within our caress,
let our passions be etched on affection's scroll
where it waves before dawn as a banner of our pure devotion,
being victory's pennant waved in ecstasy wind
against the battle we both fought,
alone and often,
with the minions of loneliness.
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