Torch of Love

Lover, parched by an endless thirst for love,
In a fever of desire, drawing a woman close,
The hem of her dress swept upward, crying out
in the grip of an exquisite ache.

The artist's vision poured into stone,
Hands leaving their whisper upon her breast.
The lady surrenders to honeyed words,
silk stockings shimmering toward the stars.

Light glances dance across the walls.
Bodies bare, sketched in shadow.
Sealed by the night's enchantment,
They soared through a dream without end.
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Gleaming gave dust its final breath
love's burning torches........