Envelop

Deep in the mangled web of lust,

Prey to passion, but unafraid.

 

The ache for her touch,

Yearning for completeness,

The grace of knowing,

How to hold her.

 

New as the orange dawn,

Solemn, like a pledge,

A spirited wind through tall grass,

Holding hands in the moonlight.

 

 

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