The starry night looks at down on us It blesses us with it is magick Knowing what we share is not just love It is not just passion Nor the simple vanity of our hearts It is divine fire within Harmonious are our forms Through sweet movements our bodies link eternally My skin upon yours, searching for pleasure Travelling the destiny road Towards the higher plane of our source As we reach our climax, my body shivers Before it falls on you like a warm soft blanket This is what poets wrote about This fire is the glue that binds everything together This is what others call making love The fullness of one's existence delivered between the sheets It is the core energy willfully shared with a lover Someone whose divine reason is to reflect our soul Sexuality is more than just an empty act Sexuality is the sensual love form Summarized by the word "love" To make love is to fly in space Detaching ourselves from our bodies All the while becoming souls To make love is to reach higher planes Blissful planes of double ecstasy We make love every time you take my body Both quenching the thirst within To make love is to feel the warmth of our bodies The coolness of our sweat To know we are giving more to each Than just the beauty of our flesh To make love is to see past the masks The blessed fusion of two souls through a mundane act An act which is both blessed and divine. Sofia E. Falcone
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