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Sunset

Drawn forth across our skies
Chariots of fire bleed within your eyes
Reflections of the day as it sets to die
Giving rise to a quiet murmur
Taking song amongst dusks calling
Ebbing towards defiant longing
A final wish to parts your lips
Is laid within ascending night
Cast in a light from the remnants of elements
Crowned with stars we lie between
Blooded skies and reddened embers
The burning leaves of trees
An echo of the scenes
A silent veil of day fades away
As shadows fingers strip with ease
The cage of bonds that tie us down
We are freed to graze upon our unresisting heat
Cupped between our bodies coveting
No consent is sought In answer to your attention wrought
Your back sheltered within my shadows clasp
Your fore is a gleam from the embers advance
My fingers dance from deltoid to nape
And weave upon your bodies bridge
To run between your bared breasts
Nipples prone, stall across my wrist to a shift of motion
Their chasing fronts trace Thenar’s path to waiting finger tips
In a breath, your chest fills
Beyond our fire touched eyes
Writhing shadows lie inbound
Our exhale brinks their edge
Merging day gives at last to night
Our shared shiver pulls at our flesh hither
In its chase the wave draws our bodies binding
Hands merging to the push of you rising
A cresting wave meets engorging flesh
I feel your wetness against my head
Your fingers grip in the passing breath
As I part your flushed and expectant lips
Our fire born and heated essence
The quickening of our song
Hearts rhythm pounding
Your arching back, forgoes all holding back
I am buried in the dark, amongst your chine and spark
Our hips merge to part again, retracting to compound again
Revoking and provoking, striking bodies fucking
I take of you what you take of me
Merging in our frenzied firing be
Our hands clasp severs to your nails burrowing as talons
My own hand descends trailing towards its ends
I clinch and raise your final song towards the dark skies airs
I set my mouth where the dance began
To lay upon your shoulder bare.
We merge in the streams of our body’s intent
Our unresisting feeling the only meaning biting
Our souls touching screaming to the stars
Our bodies sinking in our waters broaching
We are the last of burning
Amongst the smouldering embers glowing.
Fiftysevenhours
Written by Fiftysevenhours
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The insperation was the one who put me upto to it.
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