He saw her,
Hair, flowing black silk
Sway of grace –
Egyptian princess
Eyes calling,
Lips beckoning to taste,
He reached,
And felt the petal soft of her skin begging to touch,
She whispered as...
Tears welled and – she,
Gazed into his eyes and He to hers –
As love is born
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