Speak to me softly in sensual prose,
envelope my body where the wind never blows.
Sigh in the moonlight under the stars,
whisper my love, we shall make this night ours.
Thrust all your fears, and embrace my desire,
hold my head down and convulse and conspire.
Our sin is a beauty, your eyes are aflame,
and in such a moment your the one I blame,
for all of the pleasure and some of the pain.
But I, in a second, would never complain.
The stars are the eyes of the gods looking down,
twinkling in approval at out pulsating love.
There’s so much to tell you, but words can’t suffice,
Only “I love you” could ever be right.
Under the softness of nights pure embrace,
I stop, hold your hand and all is ok.
“I love you” I tell you once more, with no haste,
I wish that forever we’d inhabit this place.
I fall in the pool, and I swirl all around,
I’m falling in love with your sensuous eyes.
I climb out the water, my feet touch the ground,
Its only now that I realise.
My love for you could never quite die,
And my fondness of you brings a tear to my eye,
as one day I’ll lose you, and all this will be gone,
and feeling this makes me wish not to carry on.
Off to Lethe, to a sinner’s reprise,
To forget all the feeling that make my eyes cry,
I hold my head high as I write the last line,
“This way my love you will always be mine! ”
Its sharp yet its painless, It cowardly, who cares,
I want an eternity of this moment, and at least I dare
to admit that forever is not just a while,
I want perfection, but I will miss your smile.
Grieve for me not, my angel, my love.
If the gods will allow I’ll look down from above.
I hope that one day, and please don't deny,
You’ll go back to our place, look up, and smile.
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