Lovers and Other Strangers, Verse 02

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I cradle her words, I succumb to their power,
A single command: Be my lover,
A knock come night, a call to bliss,
Her eyes touch mine, the promise of a kiss,

Our names are murmured, the moon harkens our secret,
Our forms cast in flame, primal vices become intimate,
She controls my desire, I am strong but mad to refrain,
I am her kingdom, hers are the lips that reign,

The night wind whispers, we strive for a tide of hips,
We share a common form, flesh expressed with parted lips,
Divined devotion to skin, we taste the paths to elation,
Under each others fingers, rapture reveals a prophetic revelation,

We fuck,

Other words falter, we are animals who writhe and buck,
No intellect confounds us, our grunts are reviled and struck,
Tenderness becomes flimsy, kisses are keys to carnality,
Limbs are crossed and frayed, we surrender to sensual brutality,

The room echoes as we sigh, furniture fractures as we shift,
Our rhythm of sex sparks a flair, there is no finesse in our rift,
The war of lust devastates our candor, our wounds are dressed with groans,
Our truce comes both loudly and profoundly, such is the verse of moans,

To be her lover was a crucible, I hold my breath for her name,
The dominions of lust bloom, we lay entwined in sinless frame,
We are the strangers the past unnoticed, our secrecy is lawless,
Beneath the blanketing veil of night, our chemistry is flawless ...