Inamorato

She wanted to listen to their song,

A song that made them sway,

His hands on her, how they stay,

As he twirled her into his arms array.

The sky shied away,

When it saw his lips touch hers,

The sun blushed a shade or two,

Birds sang a little song too.

The cool breeze,

His warm breath,

His piercing gaze,

His hands on her neck,

Her quivering lips,

His heavenly embrace.

He held her hand,

As he kissed her deep,

A lazy strand left her hair,

As he pulled her close, 

To taste her again.

Slowly as he undressed her to skin,

She gasped as he caressed her within,

He laid her down on the soft grass,

He held her close to his mounting form.

A warm breath as it reached her thigh,

She yearned in passion.

She twisted in agony,

She moaned his name,

He ended her misery.

He burned himself into her,

Etched his soul into her,

Merged his heart into her,

Linked his senses with hers.

The rhythm divine,

His ruthless whispers,

Her screaming heart,

His hardened core,

A joining of bodies,

Of two kindred souls.

As they lay awake later,

Entwined in each other's sweat,

Gazing at the evening sky,

On the ground that smelled divine,

A smile that turned into a heavenly sigh.

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