Your
song
depths of you and let me inhale the
musk on your neck, the crush of soft
satin that falls from your back
Tonight we lay down in silence,
cut adrift from our words and living
in statues and portraits, verses that
lead me often to you
To others the grand ballrooms,
the gleam of jewels and strings of
pearls but for me your love,
your song.
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