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Aubade of the Fawns
Side by side, smoothly naked as newborn fawns, We slumber in the nest-bed of our sequestering rest, Two beautiful souls innocent of dawn blooming around us, Beckoning us to awaken into its illumining aubade, Ring in the day, singing morning's fresh, wet song.
Though the hour grows later and the sun climbs higher, We linger in deep, inchoate dreams of earthly eternity, Our breathing gentle, inaudible, our twitching imperceptible, Until I stretch just enough To brush up against your delicate, quiescent face.
Just then, you break from your nocturnal trance, Enfold my visions, caress me, my lithe limbs, Your supple breasts pressing against my lifting and falling chest, Arousing me into an awareness of time's presence, Which compels me to seek communion with your peacefulness.
Gradually, our bodies — toes, hips, fingers, lips, tongues — Commence choreographing the steps of a subdued melody Subtly fluid, sensuous, erotically nuanced, Textured with the accents of Romantic music Tuned to the mellifluous registers of Williams, Delius, Debussy,
Music only our entwining flesh and bones can interpret, As slowly, in perfectly synchronous harmony, Cleaving to each other's breathing, We enter the inexorable essence of oneness, Reach blessed climax, become the orgasm of our being.
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