And she rises to light the candles
Grace and beauty without compare
Her breath kindles flames not only there...
The wick responds without a thought
A sputter, then fully consumed
The light she is engulfs the room...
Her hair falls over her shoulder
Soft and golden, honey rays
I rise to meet her fervent gaze...
Her breath, between the cries of passion
Is ragged gasps of pure desire
We hold ourselves in lover's fire...
Whatever else I'll ever have
I know this til I meet my death
I lose myself within her breath...
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