My love and four roses
One for your gentle steps
when you come to me softly into the night
and take me in your burning arms
one for your loving hands
when they put the stars like a crown to my hair
making me queen of your dark desires
one for your lips
when they find their way, patiently, across the map of my body
in a land of intoxicating bliss
and one for your soft moan
when you breathe gently to my yearning mouth
a sigh of abandon
when we become one
under the cherry Moon…
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