works of art

Hyacinth garden

all this time

I comprehend

the truth in your eyes

and the voice within

your voice...

you are the lover of all my dreams.

you are as smooth as violets

the mornings first lovely wind

swirls with floral fragrance

awakened by your graceful touch

penetrate me to my center equally.

you take my breath away

your touch is my air

feel my need

my affliction knows no finale

supply the lips that call

you are tenderness and temptation;

yet, deep within your pyramid

forcefulness lingers in the energy

transformed into frenzy

that seems injected with the exchanges of intense liquids,

from body to body,

we are living works of art.

we are the lovers of dreams.

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