let the lovers be

of his classically cultured mind, i am enamoured and mesmerized

tingles of crystalline colors enhanced, by the shy smile that lights up his eyes

sweetness pours lightly over me, filling my being with butterflies

he speaks poetry into my soul, eliciting deeply contented sighs

elegant words flow between us, a shared language of romance

desire sparks in a gentle touch of hands, a long admiring glance

we speak of music, literature and art, voices flowing in courting dance

let the night carry on a bit, i’ve not yet had my fill of his countenance

yet the time has come to leave, this gently candled space

at the door he hestitates, in the moment of longing to taste

i feel his desire as my own, and reaching to touch his face

bring our lips together, in the ecstacy of our first kiss’s embrace

~ aurora victoria winddancer

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Aurora Victoria WindDancer

Poet, Priestess, Songwriter, Singer, Mother, Mystic, Magician, Music Maker, Tantric, Teacher, Student, Aspiring Author, Playwright-In-The-Making, Ritualist, Thespian, and writer of esoteric musings about Life, Love, The Universe, and why people do the strange things we do.