Talking at dinner of nothing much.
With a whispered word, a feather’s brush
Their passion ignites at a simple touch.
Her face lights up with a molten flush
As feelings of yore unbidden arise.
Suffusing radiance as from the sun
Emboldens the flames within her eyes
Till the old warmth engulfs them; they are at one.
Skin tingling from a rush of fresh blood
Her spine arches outlining the curve of a thigh
The candle flickers, accenting a breast
A wave crashes over them, preceding the flood.
Wave follows wave, until with a sigh,
They both recline, at peace, at rest.
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