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Soft brush of a kiss sweeps across the air;
A hanging arbour of moonlight vines
Breathes beauty upon her pale curves.
Pearly fire soars over her skin,
Breaking through dusty shadows
Of the trembling night.

What joy has she,
But the want of a lover?
Mixing moonbeams of glowing desires
Lace the stems of white roses
That throb in the heady air
With the perfume of a sticky tang
That seeps from her depths
And blossoms her petals
To gleam silvery
In the deepening night.

Boldness breaking forth,
Her hand raises a glass of wine
To her swelling lips
As red blood flows beneath her fragile skin
And blooms her mouth purple
Beneath the indigo velvet sky.

She offers herself,
Smooth curves so pale,
Unkissed by sun and the eyes of men;
She draws a shuddering breath,
And then bursts free
Her desires to be taken
And glorified
And loved beneath the
Leaves that whisper her beauty.

Angels kiss her hair in the breeze,
And her lover takes her in his arms
And blesses the gods that made her form
And the spirits that graced her with life.

She scents the air with her honey
And the fullness of her womanhood
Flows upon the ground
As she gives of her whole self
And submits her desires
To his.

He will take her
And have her,
And she will not deny him.

And when she wakens
With the sun kissing her lonely face,
She will long for the moonlight
To bring her joy.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.