Upon the Wings of Intimacy

It was not just the way his fingers brushed her skin that excited her
But the way he traced every scar burned into her soul without even knowing
It wasn’t just her body that cried out for him, lost in desire and lust
But the most vulnerable pieces of her self that screamed his name
Twas not the act of sex itself that fueled her and drove her sane
But the desire to share herself willingly, to give herself to him completely
And it was in the midst of that complex storm that she was free
And love, oh yes, it was the sweetest love that finally gave her wings

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