I pondered, how often was I granted the gift
Gazing at my reflection in pools of delight.
Decoding the wondrous mystery of love.
On how many occasions did these hands
draw sensuality from your countenance?
Cross the divide of your clouds of bliss.
Reach the confines of your universe.
Seldom most assuredly, yet not enough
to wipe the fragrance of your perfume.
Sweet aroma impaled in my mind to this day.
That now more than ever especially full moons
I long hopelessly many restless nights...staring
at the hands that once upon a time touched you.
DionWorx
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