…as I listen to the sensual
tones of Madrugada,
I see you surrounded by the cerebral
tomes of Sartre…

…looking radiant as the light
in my heart still opulent and bright
as it was that nascent night…

…as the music sweeps us
into rhythmic caress,
I see you surrounded by the lust
of our orgasmic undress…

…i am set free by your serene kiss of fate

To D xx

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