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Sparing the delight

beneath these silken sheets,

reaching, we find each other,

 

reaching we find our whole

 

each of us delivering the other,
absolving our skin of sin, and
lustily diving in to passion.

 

Somewhere in the darkness,

where words are alive, breathing,

unearthly wings take flight.

 

Now we are sipping the essence,

soaring like birds upon night’s fancy,

ever hoping to reveal ourselves fully;

 

torture is defined by our meeting.

Author's Note

Simply couldn't think of an appropriate title for this piece...

Reviews

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"Torture is defined by our meeting." A curious line. It's funny in a sad way how time, timing for that matter, is something that makes it impossible for some words to be spoken. At least that's what I feel when I read this line.
The last stanza before the last line seemed to jump out and bite me too.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

this is really another very sexy piece from you with such a loving touch...


Somewhere in the darkness,
where words are alive, breathing,
unearthly wings take flight.


I love that stanza as it shows the best way to become more intimate is to know each other personally...

you are so talented my friend

[NightDream]

I have had trouble with titles these past weeks as well.
I love the flow, images and emotion of this piece and how it speaks of the lover in all of us. Great word usage and format.