My dearest love, the time to dance has come,
The moonlight beckons, the air inviting.
So hold my hand, and let me lead you down,
To that most sacred grove, our secret place,
Where seen by none, save the dark eyes of night,
Our feet weave intricate shapes on the ground,
Limbs entwining in sinuous desire.
Then at last, soft flesh melting into flesh,
Our united souls begin to vibrate
To a more passionate and urgent rhythm,
And mounting up on radiant wings of love,
We rise in ecstasy until we drift,
Among the stars, floating on clouds of bliss,
Forever one in eternal embrace.
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