my mystic dances around a flame
emanating a sweet jazzy fragrance
beading his body in sandalwood musk.
he moves his hips and stares into my eyes
with a longing i understand.
words would only douse the flame
silence enhances its allure
like a prayer heard in the eternal echoing
of a deserted valley.
he pulls me into his urgent need
with his strong knowing hands
devouring me with his kisses.
i close my eyes
inhaling his sweet jazz.
he spills its fragrance
to mix with my own.
we are one
dancing while eternity holds her breath
my body arcs into his flame
He consumes me.......
i hear the sounds of a sax.......knowing you are nearby.
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