The Power Of Love

She softly runs her finger down the back of his arm,

Smiling as his tiny hairs stood on end, liking it to a thousand caterpillar legs,

She holds her breath as he gently stirs, a moan escaping his parted lips,

As he rises from the deepest slumber, his sigh one that quietly begs.

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She moves closer to his naked back, slow kisses mingling down his spine,

Watching as his eyelids flutter in intensity, the purest groan drawn deep,

He moves, rubbing against her swollen breasts, nipples erect,

No longer trying to hold onto his dreams, his distancing sleep.

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She leans over and whispers into his ear,

Smiling as she croons, “wake up honey, let’s celebrate,

It’s a new day full of our dawning love,

Cementing our bond, our fire, our forever fate.”

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He rolls onto his back, eyes full of want and desire,

Who needs sleep when brandishing by the side of this beautiful girl?

Her gentleness, her pureness, her love, her dreams,

She so unselfishly shares with him, as their love unfurls.

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He runs his hands through the silken waterfall of her hair,

Playfully flicking her bangs from her forehead to free a space for his loving kiss,

She sighs deeply at the connection, in awe of her brewing emotions,

As he whispers his love, giving her the memories she’ll later reminisce.

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Her heart fills with the sheer beauty of their joy,

As they lose themselves to instinct, to welcoming release,

While they love and laugh, flirt and kiss,

Becoming more frenzied until they sink back to earth in peace.

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She lays her head on his chest, her adoring eyes searching his face,

As he lovingly smiles his happiness at being the one she chose,

He knows she’s one in a million, he caught the luck of the draw,

Plucked from the bouquet, the prettiest of rose.

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He smiles as he loses himself in the fantasy of their future,

Knowing he’ll fight to keep this woman within the safety of his arms,

Defending her honour, her desires, her wishes and satisfying her deepest of needs,

Destroying all in the vicinity who attempt to damage or harms.

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This woman doesn’t realise her own beauty, her pureness of heart,

But he knows she deserves to be worshipped and full of desire,

He’ll see that she wreathes in ecstasy and bliss,

As he loves her gently, knowing she’ll forever be his to pleasure and admire.

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