Dancing under the moonlight,
silky rose petals caressing my skin,
seeing the reflection of sculpted form
in the silver-glazed quartz.
Engulfed in lavender smoke,
there is only room for moans—
not ugly cries.
Who says I deserve love?
I am Love.
Fingers tracing all my curves,
as if just learning to ride waves and surf.
My lips, matching the shades of a rose,
my eyes beaming bright—
like pearly sea shells under the starry night.
Who says I deserve love?
I am Love.
The silky tresses fall over my face,
dew drops linger on my chin and lips,
my torso covered in sacred oils,
like a sculptor working hard
to make his muse stand out.
Who says I deserve love?
I am Love.
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