The starry night looks at down on us
It blesses us with it is magick
Knowing what we share is not just love
It is not just passion
Nor the simple vanity of our hearts
It is divine fire within
Harmonious are our forms
Through sweet movements our bodies link eternally
My skin upon yours, searching for pleasure
Travelling the destiny road
Towards the higher plane of our source
As we reach our climax, my body shivers
Before it falls on you like a warm soft blanket
This is what poets wrote about
This fire is the glue that binds everything together
This is what others call making love
The fullness of one's existence delivered between the sheets
It is the core energy willfully shared with a lover
Someone whose divine reason is to reflect our soul
Sexuality is more than just an empty act
Sexuality is the sensual love form
Summarized by the word "love"
To make love is to fly in space
Detaching ourselves from our bodies
All the while becoming souls
To make love is to reach higher planes
Blissful planes of double ecstasy
We make love every time you take my body
Both quenching the thirst within
To make love is to feel the warmth of our bodies
The coolness of our sweat
To know we are giving more to each
Than just the beauty of our flesh
To make love is to see past the masks
The blessed fusion of two souls through a mundane act
An act which is both blessed and divine.
Sofia E. Falcone
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