FireBird

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Ode to My Beloved: The Muse of Passion

Your presence ignites a quiet fire, a warmth that seeps into my bones.
Your skin glows soft, like moonlight spilling over still water.
Each curve of you calls, a silent pull, urging my hands to wander.

Your eyes hold secrets, deep and endless, stirring something wild within me.
Your breath brushes my skin, warm, alive, a promise of what unfolds.
In your touch, I feel the pulse of something sacred, a current that binds us.

Your movements weave a spell, slow, deliberate, as if time bends to your will.
Every sigh you release carries weight, a sound that fills the air with longing.
Your lips, soft, press against mine, a moment that tastes of eternity.

In your embrace, I lose myself, yet find a truth I cannot name.
You are the tide, the wave that carries me, the force that claims my soul.
My beloved, you are the essence of desire, the altar where I surrender.

~ Tanel

@dropsofdesire

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Ode to My Beloved: The Muse of Passion

Your presence ignites a quiet fire, a warmth that seeps into my bones.
Your skin glows soft, like moonlight spilling over still water.
Each curve of you calls, a silent pull, urging my hands to wander.

Your eyes hold secrets, deep and endless, stirring something wild within me.
Your breath brushes my skin, warm, alive, a promise of what unfolds.
In your touch, I feel the pulse of something sacred, a current that binds us.

Your movements weave a spell, slow, deliberate, as if time bends to your will.
Every sigh you release carries weight, a sound that fills the air with longing.
Your lips, soft, press against mine, a moment that tastes of eternity.

In your embrace, I lose myself, yet find a truth I cannot name.
You are the tide, the wave that carries me, the force that claims my soul.
My beloved, you are the essence of desire, the altar where I surrender.

~ Tanel

@dropsofdesire

BY FireBird