The
only sound
Allowed
by the sanctum
Was the
beating of their heats
Rhythm
simpatico as
The water
pressed
Gently
lapping at the shore
The rhythmic
push
Followed
by the pull
Gentle
in a determined
Continued
advance
Such
is the embrace
Of the
shore
Soft
and slow
As the
moon
Tenderly
bathed
The
dance of her children
The
branches of the trees
Brazen
bare
Offered
background unnoticed
Softly
he brushed back
Her hair
The
gentle caress of her cheek
Uncovering
the treasure of
Her
eyes
Soft
and slow
As the
moon
Tenderly
bathed
The
dance of her children
Could
she know
How
his soul was warmed
By the
light she held in her eyes
His
passion flared
At her
touch electric
In her
gentle press
A
confident lean of heated lips
Was greeted
by a voracious welcome
As
Soft
and slow
As the
moon
Tenderly
bathed
The
dance of her children
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