A promise

A promise, and the thought of something said,
Reminds her of the pleasures she had missed,
She thinks about each moment and the kiss,
The subtle entanglements, and the bed
Of soft pillows and linen sheets, that keep
The dreams of love beneath her nakedness,
Billowing curtains breathe each breath, to bless
The stretching sinew and the downy sleep.
She had lain beside him as in a spell
Between the rapture and the muffled sighs,
Amid the tempest and the stormy seas,
Together flailing toward their crucible.
She held him spellbound, and her dewy eyes
Released him slowly down as if to tease.


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