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There's something pastoral

about silk and midnight,

about whispers and petals,

about silence and motion.



Words spoken hang picturesque

against fading light

and become tangled in webs of confusion

but, left to simmer silently...

they swirl poetic in

hearts and thoughts.



Such is the dream of you

whispered into my thoughts

I take you...close enough to

count your heartbeats

against mine own.

I taste you...scrolling my tongue

into every silken inch

of your fullness.

I touch you...outlining definition

as pulse to skin

builds in breathless tones.

I memorize you...realizing that

some day I will want to remember

how close to heaven I've been.

I annoint you...sharing my essence

as we cleave unto the

molten seas we purge.

I adore you...painting porcelain

on skin so perfect

surely the gods had something to do with it.

I inhale you...finding your sweetness

so consuming that I cannot

ever quench this desire.

I love you...giving back to you

the same inspired devotion

that you fold into me.



In the stillness of a pastoral midnight sky

I whisper

the most beautiful name

and you whisper me.