HAWKMOON
by SunRae ©1999
I bath in the beams of love
with the rise of the hawkmoon
My pulse quickens with the winds
hint of your breath on my skin.
With the part of soft gentle lips
my quickening breath sings at their
touch on the crevis near my shoulder,
and is like lava flowing downward.
You kiss the dew of my
body heat. I breath in the
scent of your musk. I am
afire with the want of you.
Your carresses burn my skin
bringing forth an unknown passion.
The moon that rises tides, is
encompassing our bodies.
Hawkmoon bathes us in cool
heat, as our bodies sway
to the rythum of the ancients.
Bringing forth passion inspissate.
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