Dying moments of the night
Indulging in the moonlight
Revealing a mystic sight
The epiphany of your beauty
A moment of my eternity
Pleasure and pain in unity
Waiting for you to take the charge
Fervent strings of the kindled harp
Playing the music of my desperate heart
Once more you go above
My wounds sore but still I love
Afraid you won’t make out this love
Never said this was ordinary
No one called it heavenly
Not sinful when we do it blissfully
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