Bliss of All Creation

He sleeps, and she approaches
gently, lovingly
to kiss those lips divine
in a desire that simply
cannot be denied
even as he dreams this dream
of her approach into reality

and thus she must succumb
to all desire
hands running o'er
this e'er exquisite bliss
of his immortal form

as his flesh arises willingly
to meet her greatest need
to be, just simply be at one with him
and oh, the rise and fall
of her every undulation
that brings surreal release and thus
a new and utter sense of being
here into this bliss of all creation


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