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Pure Love
Flesh was but a canvas for their dance divine
As their virgin bodies began to shine
Breath to breath, their essence flows,
In sacred union, inner gardens grow.
There're not mere travelers in the dark of night,
But gardeners tending love’s sacred light.
In every touch they feel a holy song,
Finding where their sacred parts belong.
As their virgin bodies began to shine
Breath to breath, their essence flows,
In sacred union, inner gardens grow.
There're not mere travelers in the dark of night,
But gardeners tending love’s sacred light.
In every touch they feel a holy song,
Finding where their sacred parts belong.
Published 28th Jul 2024
| Edited 29th Jul 2024
Author's Note
A tribute poem inspired by a coworker who dearly loves her husband with a deep commitment. I find it hard to comprehend but admire her for it.
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28th Jul 2024 7:50pm
A hymn to sexually faithful married love. Favourite verse:
There're not mere travelers in the dark of night,
But gardeners tending love’s sacred light.
In every touch they feel a holy song,
Finding where their sacred parts belong
There're not mere travelers in the dark of night,
But gardeners tending love’s sacred light.
In every touch they feel a holy song,
Finding where their sacred parts belong
30th Jul 2024 00:37am
