Free Verse # 78

Her eyes, a night mascaraed with stars.

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Our lovemaking,
a flute moaning through the night,
dying with the breath of dawn.

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The flute moans,
our bodies sway like flames
ever so tenderly weeping,
awaiting the dawn.

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Like rain through the earth,
your moistness seeps under my skin,
as spring through my pores comes bursting,
exhaling white ecstasies.

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