Ardour

Despite the wheels of time,
our love shall always rhyme;
Wherever feet do tread,
with thee my mind is wed.

Keen for the taste of you,
I feast on every clue;
Unlocking ancient pain,
what was is not in vain.

And now I take my bow,
beauty a sacred vow;
Your body feeds my soul,
for desire keeps us whole.

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