Into the glen we walk
Our place of passions
Love unspoken
Baited breath
A shared look of meaning
Excitement building
Tainted souls at peace
Hearts that soar
The urge to fly
Take my hand
Feel my breath on your lips
The merest of touches
Electrified senses
Fluttering of lashes
As we feel more alive
A flash of golden mist
The finest wine
Pours into our beings
Intoxications
Beyond the veil we meet
Dreams fulfilled
Blissful awakenings
Heightened ecstasy
A brush of fingertips
A wake of fire
Into the light
Our wooded glen
Why must we wake?
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