Gift

Wrong?
Consensus thought
But
Is it just what is taught
Natural Beauty
Ripened
Pure

Found on shores
Ocean of filth
Glimmer in the fog
Stumbled through the sand
Fell to one knee
Eyes fluttered
Revealed your soul
To me
In a whisper

Grasp your wrist
Dawn rises
Saturates your nude form
Nubile
Cascade
Warm

Push as Atlas to the fading stars
Luna remains watchful
Passing energy between you both
Blessed be

Lay you down
Cover you with furs
Gift from the heavens
You are mine
I
Yours

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