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In pitch black darkness of the night,
nothing to be seen, touched or felt.
Dreamy wind carry strains of music,
sounds of laughter filtering through.
Whispered request, murmured consent,
a pause then hasty rustling of clothes.
Soft sighs and gasps of encouragement,
join in a symphony of bliss with shrill
cries and demanding grunts.
With an ever increasing tempo Eros conducts
this orchestra of love, accompanied by
the beats of the two pumping hearts.
Moans and groans turn into screams and
growls rising to a crescendo of pure joy.
Heavy breathing slows down and a hush
of contentment descends on the stage.
The Gods in heaven stand up and applaud
amid repeated requests of encore… |