Lover, be gentle.
Come sit by my side.
Tune in to the whispers you cannot hear and the waves that crash beneath the surface of my skin.
Lover, come rock the paper boat I built with hands that have stirred the waters of your soul.
Tug at the clouds for rain and wash away this pain that has no face.
Lover, let me steal the light from your eyes as you lie beneath the pale, yellow moon.
Take off your shoes and glide with me over the grass that once grew in the valley of the forgotten.
Lover, come sip from my lips.
Taste the cold silence of the seas and the ripeness of my love as they blend into a pleasure palette for the dark night.
Lover, be gentle.
Lover, be true.
And when time claims me for a final sleep, lover, be sweet and cover me.
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