Tuesday, 20 April 2010

She was...

She was my first breath and my last thought
In our union I was reborn
Each moment like a new dawn
No perfect pleasure or absolute pain
Sensuous splendour no refrain

She was the ritual of my life
Beyond any mortal conception
Enduring love of mystical inception
Our reasons many our explanations few
A spiritual fusion of old and new

She was the secret to my completion
Surreptitious lover of the night
Rapturous beauty of naked sight
Gifted caresses to liberate desire
A radiant baptism of fire

She was the water that bathed my soul
A graced spirit of esoteric creation
United as one since mortal formation
Ephemeral alchemy in each embrace
Lingering memories of her face

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