the lavender scent of your voice
that seeks without seeing, finding
its way through the darkness,
a sudden, inexplicable rush
of blood through my veins,
i rouse like a rhythm lost in
twilight, defied and defeated
by hands that travel this
familiar territory, our moans
that leave this room dense
and solemn, catching a fire
that ascends, transcends and provokes
the yearning that carve and bruise
a battle i have surrendered to you.
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