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Swings pendulate swells and spills mending then breaking still, the salt stings Your moon clings to my window and stares

I could smell all the fragrant flowers held taut, together in one place not dying nor withering away in some discolored, discontented hollow filled vase it was true as I sensed our fate it was vibrance it was pure grace more than grasping for a longing or an impossible embrace

Between linen sheets we come to lie conversing ever quiet, biding time warm words embraced melting moistened lips like butter dripping licked to satisfaction breathless fingers feel delicate fringes caressed in contours of the mind

Strong hands frame a glowing face kissing one more time as she etches her name into a memory

I love to watch and listen as the gentle breeze tasks her tales through the trees the sway singing softly to me the perfect tease setting free

When the sun's at full mast my thoughts long for you a cooling breeze to ease the burn

She was the moon pulling me ever close

In the falling of the faun I feel the intimate attraction alluding our dawn

Nature is healing!

I see you in your naked form and in my mind words are all ready alive ready to paint a portrait with nothing but my fingers as a brush and a little bit of time

My mind brushed up against her cerebral subsistence and I was enthralled in all it's beauty shining deeply into my soul

she comforts me even when she doesn't show it igniting unconscious desire we both encounter holed up close to the raging fire as the cool night winds shuffle in

No matter how alluring and intimate flirting may be I really long for that long, slow, wet, wonderful kiss.