Face to face, eyes to eyes
A soft sigh, no more whys
Lips tremble, whispering shy
One look, dawn is nigh.
Moonlit skin as bathed in silver
from the brisk draft bodies shiver
praising your masculinity
indulgence in infinity.
Without words I use
my tongue to tell the tale of us
Anticipating the fuse
creating the emotion fuss.
Tracing your shadowscape
in all its divinity
and there is no escape
from all this affinity.
Molded by your fingers
a musk scent that lingers
all over this body of mine
a leniency, a fine wine.
With the first sight of dawn
you know, my soul is your pawn
and right here, on this bedside
is where galaxies collide.
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