- Erotic Poetry
- Romance
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When poets die, the words no longer rhyme, and philosophies fade. In this dream of candlelight, the perfect moment would unfold. No poets dead in this trance, romance afire in their eyes. The candles burn low as they talk, one of those talks that last for hours, comfortable, welcomed. Soft music floats from the balcony, sweet Pachabel, intertwining with the light thundering of the ocean below. The sanguine light of the sunset fades to pink and orange; then Night casts her marbles over the sky, and the biggest one of all, the moon, shines brightly on the young lovers. Sweet nothings issued into the other's ear quickly starts the evening, and they follow the trail of roses to the bedroom. Morning finds our couple, clinging contentedly to each other as the new day causes the black satin sheets to shine.
