the dance...

Later, alone, I reflect back on how beautiful you had been in the moment, my lover;

how the passion had shone in your eyes,

how you had moved with the grace of clouds arcing across the morning sky,

how my heart had almost burst with adoration when your lips shaped my name.

But lost inside everything,

every thought given to our race for the ultimate pleasure, 
both giving and receiving,

all I knew was that you were mine, and that I was yours,

both owner and owned in that sweet, stolen, 
sinful act of lust and desire and yes, love;

we could not give our bodies this fully if we were not touching each other that completely, 
as well – 
but yes, so lost, so suffused with your taste across my tongue,

your skin fully pressed to mine,

the keen of your voice in my ear 
as we moved 
closer 
and 
closer ...

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