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Silken Secrets-with Grace
In nature’s embraces as in mine
love lies concealed
hidden in the depths of an embrace
waiting to be revealed
delicate flowers are in the lines of my lips
waiting to be discovered in serene grace
hearts wander as butterflies
in forests with dappled sun rays
fingers play melodic music on love lusts born
Tasting the eyelids of the incoming tides
inhaling incense of the new-fallen dew
languishing in the bed of nature's serenity
listening to voices where harps linger
pressing breast against my withered finger
leaving seashells with echoes left behind
tasting the eyelids of the incoming tides
Senses dragged from tranquil depths
love mirrors shimmering in gossamer veils
ripples of fragrance love as a hidden gem
spreads its gentle touch inviting connections
majestic and tall in its passionate secret
as in the vastness of oceans love spill
waves of connections explored at will
a secret passion shared in hidden places
In the divining rivers of my heart
wandering in dusk down moonlit paths
following the lantern of the golden moon
like a deep crimson-red inferno of waves
tasting her delicious flesh
as she cried out and arched her back
like the curve of the Fata Morgana
love lies concealed
hidden in the depths of an embrace
waiting to be revealed
delicate flowers are in the lines of my lips
waiting to be discovered in serene grace
hearts wander as butterflies
in forests with dappled sun rays
fingers play melodic music on love lusts born
Tasting the eyelids of the incoming tides
inhaling incense of the new-fallen dew
languishing in the bed of nature's serenity
listening to voices where harps linger
pressing breast against my withered finger
leaving seashells with echoes left behind
tasting the eyelids of the incoming tides
Senses dragged from tranquil depths
love mirrors shimmering in gossamer veils
ripples of fragrance love as a hidden gem
spreads its gentle touch inviting connections
majestic and tall in its passionate secret
as in the vastness of oceans love spill
waves of connections explored at will
a secret passion shared in hidden places
In the divining rivers of my heart
wandering in dusk down moonlit paths
following the lantern of the golden moon
like a deep crimson-red inferno of waves
tasting her delicious flesh
as she cried out and arched her back
like the curve of the Fata Morgana
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