Cacophonous was the sounds they made
The kind of sounds loves make
When open minded and wild at play
Not stifled, subdued, hidden away
Afraid of being shamed
That they should be playing the lovers game.
She did not hold back at all for him
She let every aspect of his being in
He did the same in return
And so both felt the passion burn
But this connection did not rely
Simply on the physical side
They connected within spirit and mind
Which made playing this lovers game divine.
Two souls entwined in body and mutual respect
Leaving nothing behind left unsaid
Both in joyful play, a sweaty mess
Doing what lovers do in a sensual bed
Of cotton sheets and a soft mattress
Both deciding to address
Their passions, yearnings and eagerness
To spiritually, mindfully and physically connect
In the way that twin flames know best
In a moment of zestful conquest
That empowers them both and leaves them feeling blessed
Basking in the afterglow of loving at it’s best.
fauxcroft 
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