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Meditative Bliss

My soul embraces warmth on lover's lips,
as heartbeats echo Earth's sweet serenade.
The gift of roses at our fingertips,
In moonlit tendrils passion lies displayed.

A nightingale's ballad of Strauss on strings,
for feet to reel and waltz in rhythmic beat.
The hands of time lie stilled by simple things,
as beauty comes from hearts in love's retreat.

Yet love will never know it's her I breathe,
her touch remains a poet's nightly dreams.
Her voice and words my passion's want bequeath,
with velvet caresses in rhyming streams.

I sate my heart that yearns for lover's kiss,
with thoughts that linger in meditative bliss.


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