My Capitulation.
Those sweet words
Hot dulcet endearments
Of Midnight murmurs
Spoken of chaste hearts
Genuine purity
Of unsullied eyes gazing
Passions copious moments
In a feathered freefall
To rest upon me…
Those gentle hands
So softly surrounding
In a smoldering caress
Of icy fingers and warm lips
Two spirits explore
That sweet breathing lexis
Of a love once heeded
Born in the fiery kiln
That beats within me…
Those rarest of moments
Of a fleeting vulnerability
I stand before you unashamed
Never hiding away
Only you have seen my true face
Laying under the masks
And still you kissed my eyes
As I surrendered to you
All that defines me…
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