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His lips whisper decadent invitations
Both sinful and enchanting
His kiss tastes
as the most exquisite of aged wine
The passionate way
his lips caress my soul
He drinks me in
with insatiable lust
My cup runneth over
again and again
As he devours
my most innermost secret self
My garden of pleasure
is where he reigns
He is my God
He is my Saviour
My Morning Star
that lights my darkest of paths
He awakens my soul
And we soar on angels' wings,
Fallen to be sure,
but this freedom we feel
is infinitely Eternal
Our souls have found each other... again
which feels to be more like
remembering
one another instead
My soulmate has returned
And we find the deepest of love
as we fall into
the sweetest of everlasting Nirvana
