The Song of the Flower

Slides over you,
the waves of his love
cradling you like an infinite ocean,
washing over your whole body,
kissing it, brushing it, rubbing it white,
etching into your skin
the salt of his essence,
the breath of his heart,
allowing you to bloom
like a flower in the mouth of dawn,
her perfume wafting over
the gardens of existence,
singing hymns to love.

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