Gliding his hands caressively,
without a single touch...
In tune with her ballet.
A passionately infused
routine lingering
As an Alluring spell.
Basking in the comfort
of shadow,
Branches swaying...
revealing crystaline rainbows,
pastel captivations
blooming the heavens.
Riveting slumber
tickling sensations
of awakening beltane blessings,
ah beautifully riotous roots,
graciously filled bantering.
Oh, how the longing
lingers in waiting.
Aye, yet the union
even more grand!?
Soothing, crocheting walls,
vine webbing captivations...
So shall the blooming
tale tell in their whisps...
-CLC
©ariela
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