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Come Closer.. And Taste The Softness Of My Essence In The Wind

We were born before the wind  
The entrance where existence transposed our spirits before the original sin
Forbidden temples, weeps the forbade spillage of love
Wings of thy, sacrificed from above  
Oh, holy night, hold me in your regality, befallen of rapture  
Enwrap me with kisses of warmth in and out of time you’ve captured  
A silken dance its dalliance we embrace  
Blinded by lover’s lace  
Such sweet whispers as the fragrance navigates, sweeten in the abyss of the drips
Serenading, pollinating, alluring, enticing as the universe sends  
My echoes, call unto, chasten of its needs, famished unto to blend  
We were born before the  
Narrations of channeling earthly dilemmas  
Athens and Rome, upon stone our souls encased upon its ruins  
Phoenix Rising, fate given back, destiny pursuing
Come closer, my love and taste the softness of me upon a plate of earthly delight
Mm… will you christen my soul as you ease deep inside me with all your might
Taking my mind, and heart, make love to me in the cathedral of time
Our bed ordained, the merging of our souls gently fusing in the dawns early light
Feel me, feel the love, free souls soaring as two flying Doves  
The remnants of your touch I ache for you in a far land divided by the high seas  
Meet me in the depth of the mystic, spread unto karma, and devour my needs  
Sink inside me, come hither  
The afterlife, love taste of its sweetest bitter  
We were born  
Neck clasped the locket of my heart, asunder, torn  
The silhouette of your family jewels unto my skin, adorned  
Honeyed elixir felt you begot  
Under the moon, stars weep, in the shadows of naught  
Giving unto me, paradise I give, physically seeking, desires sought  
We were  
In the space of time, your voice I’ve heard  
Your caressing words  
A faint touch bearing unto me, lovers lost in its sequence of noise, reality deterred  
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
The essential conditions of everything you do must be choice, love, passion.

Nadia Boulanger
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