Between some letters, writ lay secrets passed down from mountaintops that were etched in soulish skin by broken glass...branded in the valleys of pain, pleasure, lust, and greed. Not as they are known by men... but as they were meant to be. Inside the "forbidden"...freely expressed by the "excused" in the name of purposed wisdom.
A subtle, silent breath. A "knowing"...hardened muscle designed to touch her soft supple skin...beating hearts begin to find the rhythm of a love inspired passion that rhymes. The sweet hello and the long goodbye. The beautiful sheen of sweat on her skin that sways alongside the flicker of a bedside candle. His gliding hands seek out the moisture that flows between the stems. His tongue seeks out the taste as hands are now held in ecstasy. She feels it even now as her heart races just thinking about it. Under pains of lust, she asks in silent tones, "Why does this feel so real?" She asks as her heart rate begins to rise even more while her fingertips reach for the door. "What if he showed up at my door?" Flashes and imagery flood her mind of a session that would forever become the standard of what it truly meant to be loved by desire itself. In that moment, he wants only her. Needs...only her and sees...only her. She feels it even now...as distanced hearts meet beneath his moon. "This is dangerous," she breathlessly says... but it doesn't stop her. Nothing can...and it is glorious...
When foreplay begins...beneath his moon...
~moses apollo
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