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In The Soft Mist of Time

The midnight skies, hear the reverberates of our beautiful endearments
We’ve kissed the sun, floating among the clouds  
Atop the stars, I harken unto the casting shadows of the stir of your passion  
Hear the strings of my heart playing for you  
  
With tender care, you are there  
Slowly close your eyes, feel the rhythm of our souls  
Dancing in the sweetest surrender I submit unto  
Pull me into the embrace of your deepest, darkest desires  
   
Whisper my name as you groan out in the crux of celestial’s wishes  
Covet me with mighty hands, let thy will be the guide to the wonderous found in the beguiling sentiments of me  
As our souls beautifully dance in and out of time  
Your touch, exploring the suppleness of my skin, dowsing the ache of its relief  
   
I fall into the Utopia of its grace  
You call, I come into your mind for which you submit  
My Hunter’s Moon cloaking us in the softness of its rapture  
Lay me among the stars  
   
Gently divide my awaiting passion as you slowly awaken me to you, only you  
Soar into the divinity of my Chi, encircling within me the bliss of tsunami’s ecstasy  
Spinning us in a tender halo of infinity    
Sliding deeper into the abyss of my sensuous Luna you sink  
   
Beaming me with faint touches of enchantment, enrapture I lay at your feet    
Taking my mind higher, my body falling from the weakness of the astral feeling  
Floating on a cosmic drift, closer we meld into one, clenching in euphoria as we give      
Tasting in each other the divinity of ecstasy we outcry as we take  
   
The Heavens witnessing the blending of ravenous souls, feasts of yearns we silently merge  
Kissing the bed of emotions for which we lay  
Asunder we grief    
Bringing me back down, kissing the winds of Nirvana in its aftermath  
   
I’ve inhaled the scent of you, my skin has ingrained its luster  
In the soft mist of time you’ve clothed the nakedness of my needs  
Let my feet land on the foundation of Mother Nature's earthly bosom  
Allowing the shadow of my soul to run away with the forgotten merriment of you  
   
   
   
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 26th Mar 2021
Author's Note
All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion, desire.

Aristotle
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