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Binding Love

As I traverse the high branches of the Golden Wood
A carefree wind brings to me the scent
Of sun-tickled geraniums, of sweetness, of you
Returning my mind in an instant
To the first time all my senses delighted in you.

Diaphanous folds whispered in a graceful glide down
Revealing the blessing of hard won trust,
Of love offered by rich brown eyes set in rings of blue
While brave hands, so small they could look lost
In my strong clasp, set free desire, long held and true.

Copper-tinted skin, infused with geranium oil
Invited tender exploration,
Even as full lips kissed with such hot peachy sweetness
Tongues melted from the gentle passion,
And I followed pleasing curves . . . caressed velvet softness . . .

Long, low sighs were barely heard over my racing heart
For, tasting smoother-than-silk nipples
Brought the lightest touch of fingers to ear tips which shot
Mithril sparks and exquisite ripples
Of bliss to cloud my vision . . . and make my blood run hot . . .

Small breasts swelled to perfectly fill cupped palms, and soon the
Petals of the loveliest flower
Opened up, and hummed with utter pleasure, vibrating
As I deeply drank honeyed nectar,
Encouraging faint cries’ escape. How liberating!

My name, when called out, was a beautiful melody
Sung to the ancient rhythms that flowed
Between us and through us, pushing us past all limits
As we reached for the stars, and you glowed,
Arching in my arms, with the pure fire of your spirit.

Then we slowly drifted down from heaven above
And as we rested, your slight form curled
Against my body where it was always meant to be,
Eru’s loving gift fully unfurled;
Fëas entwined . . . You are forever a part of me.

THE END