Moonbeams shine in and caress my love.
Soft skin, pale as milk, glistens in the faint light.
Past dew covered hills I view a landscape of gentle beauty.
Her eyes are shut to all in the world but this moment.
Long raven locks dance on shoulders, cascading waves of perfume over me.
The sweet scent of gardenia and jasmine fill the air.
Fingers entwined, each for the other, eternity is not long enough for this.
Lips press mine and linger, hesitant to part.
Eyes meet in the moment of bliss, speaking the unspoken.
Love.
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