The Bridges Of Love

So softly touches the moonlight
Upon her intentions
As she bathes me
In her seduction,
The energy of Love's interpretation
Falls to her fingers
As she undresses my inhibitions
Beginning
With a tenderness
Of,
Ever-so-gently
Touching my face
With such luxurious simplicity
That the stroke from her hands
Across my amorous
Ambition
Brings the ambiance
Of that same familiar moonlight
Into my lustful
Imaginings and daydreams
Of her symphonic crescendo
Where I find
In the movement of our moments
A kind of musicality
Enveloping everything we are
As to know
The All of creation
Like a duet
Choreographed for us alone
And,
In this bliss
We find
The perilous and the divine
For in this,
Our heart's quest is won
And
The Bridges Of Love
Begun,
By being whispered
Into,
Existence...

Tony Taylor
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