For Gale
by Bertramm

Your kisses spin time into sheer silk curtains
Blowing softly in the night breeze at our open window.
Your tongue searches urgently for mine,
Takes the grapes of our passion and presses them into wine.
Your deepest secret place draws me down inside of you,
An unbridled lustful leviathan, holding me in its mouth
Until together we burst forth, two sky rockets
Shooting across the otherwise cold silent obsidian sky.

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