Lazily, languidly, she reaches for his fingertips
And entwines them within her own
Hers, his, hers, his…a stalwart web of identity
Sewn together in the moonlight.
Softer and softer still, they form their delicate pattern
Of impenetrable unity.
Lovingly, longingly, she searches for his eyes
And meets them with her own
Blue, brown, blue, brown…a halcyon reflection of the soul
Seemingly grey in the moonlight.
Deeper and deeper still, they communicate without the need for words
For none may suffice.
Hungrily, eagerly, she seeks out his lips
And presses them to her own
Fevered, temperate, fevered, temperate…breathing life into one another
Whispered sighs hanging in the moonlight
Faster and faster still, their spirits rise to meet each other
In every measured kiss.
Naturally, delicately he enters her body
And offers up his own.
Rising, falling, rising, falling…their natural rhythm scoring its stride
The beauty shaming the moonlight
Cresting and cresting still, as if orchestrated by a Sibylline maestro
Until they are effete.
Tentatively, irrepressibly she reaches for his heart
And proffers to him her own.
Fluttering, tranquil, fluttering, tranquil…it finds a home within him
Nesting lovingly in the moonlight
Farther and farther still, she falls into a cavernous love
From which she begs no abdication.
From which she begs no abdication
Of impenetrable unity
In every measured kiss
For none may suffice
Until they are effete……
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