Moonlight drapes us in silk spun from the stars,
fingers tracing constellations upon bare skin,
breath entwined in whispers spun from fire,
bodies weaving the language of the divine
A current hums between parted lips,
nectar pooling in the hollows of want,
shadows flicker, bending in worship,
as night sways to the rhythm of our sighs
We dissolve into the sacred unseen,
where time is swallowed by the pulse of pleasure,
where joy unravels, infinite and trembling,
leaving only the echoes of our bliss—
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