I offer to your silky skin
a caress of a whisper,
the moonbeams illuminate
my touch, as desire burns.
The loving wind from deep within
Release my passion’s gale
As love the center the truth
The quiet parts storms.
I speak to you in words unheard
by beast or mortal man…
From times before the moon
was lost to a mere shadow.
A lost language long forgotten
dust in the halls of heaven...
carried not upon the wind
but from windows of my soul.
©June 19, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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