Two pair of lips exploring the secrets in their eyes,
slowly and methodically stroking the feathers of enticing embrace,
song of desire groping for night's molten melody,
a kiss, one silky caress, the piano of flesh played so intensely,
this rapture, this sonata of writhing, left in blank spaces between fire and heart,
symphony of spent passions, intimacy's conductor slips into bed of entwined finish.
Flame of craving that danced the eve upon the chest
smolders in the morning sun as afterglows language spoken,
it becomes a tale of self fulfilling prophecy for the midnight feast
whose ink will speak the sentences proving if story was love or obsession.
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and my Love & Light~ Desire~*~
i really like this papa....ahem. great ending line as well. 
