At midnight your beauty rare as the moon,
Floating and lighting the nights darkened bloom.
A kiss, one so golden, your lips red and soft.
Playing like children, in winters first frost.
Deepness my mouth, wanting on yours,
Your touch so foreboding, your taste I need more.
Down to your neck, a golden white paint,
Softly caressed, my brush all but faint.
Your legs long and slim, like sweet roses grow,
In waters of angels, all in a row.
My love you are mine, I am yours too.
Together we die, torn ever Strewn.
Finally the dance, ended in breath.
Our hearts both but one, forever of breadth.
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