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We two in the desert
At dusk, when souls caress
With nothing but whispers.
Beneath a blue moon,
Hot skin on cool sand
Our wild love blisters.
The thrill of your presence,
Lingering breathlessness
Drinking sweet nectar,
Whilst peering into reflections
Perhaps this is a mirage
You, a welcome spectre.
Twilight here seems eternal,
I behold your golden glow
But now I’m softly awaking
Moaning, holding on, resisting
Fighting the bedsheets
Begging to stay, I’m aching.
About the Creator
Ally Whiterock
Truth seeker. Perpetual disciple of the mystery. Star gazer. Good food lover. Mother. Lover. Accidental orientalist. Sometimes Shaman.
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