Along her skin
his kisses,
a trail of jasmines
flooding into ecstasy,
a sea of silence
reflecting the moon.
~
His poem
upon her lips bled
into a faint whisper,
a flame writhing
with dawn’s soft passion,
into her being sighing
a silent prayer,
an incense burning
with the longing for eternity.
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Before her eyes
I stopped to wonder
and before I knew it
the moment lapsed
into the sea of eternity
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Mer ultime,
dans l’arôme de ses lèvres
un jardin à fleurs rouge.
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In the warm tea
I feel your lips and mine
tangled in a melting dance,
honey and ginger
burning in our throats
the sweet cadence of ecstasy.
Rooted in Love 