You are the inspiration that awakens my soul.
In the warmth of your arms I am embraced.
In jour joyful contentment I hear whispery breaths.
Murmurs no louder than a hush.
You sigh with utter delight.
Your passion is rising through sweet surrender.
Clinging to the vine of pleasure.
Climbing the stairway of rapture.
There are tears falling from the windows of your soul.
Quietly you slip gently into the night.
Leaving behind trances of dreams yet to unflod.

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