poem: in soft shadowlight



in soft shadowlight  

lips uttering thrills  

as awed hearts collide  

moving in for the kill  

pulsing and blinding  

the razor sharp rush  

so deeply igniting  

yet not deep enough  

with desire and fear  

souls merge, hearts pound  

in bliss we endear  

exhilaration found  


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