Intoxicated Musk

I sleep to your sweet lullaby
Composing songs of intoxicated love.
And I look at our reflections on roads left wet from thirsting rain;
Our love – laced between twisted bodies and entwined fingers that smell of the musky clouds –
Looks upon the starry night;
And beneath us lies a bed of cold, dewy grass, fresh like winter mornings.
We consume each other
We breath in every inch of our existence,
And all this my dear, was meant to be,
For our love was celestially found.

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