The Lust of Love Part 3

Ghosting silhouette hands outlined parchment sheets on a alter cast of glass. The last entry reads of a abandoned heart lost on the shores of a forgotten neverland. A portrait moon in full dialation holds memories as a harvester of love. Released threads fall along Rose moonlit lines, drifting over a waterfall in perpetual autumn. Shades of time have past and rebirth has granted desire in new flesh. A snow goddess walking in brighter skies,magic at my request.Words sliding against mine writing stories as star born lovers. Reaching heights of dependency to an addiction for each other. I invite the storm inside her mind to conjure a tempest never seen. From once in shadows now she radiates every sun across eternity. Arcane speech carried on vibrations and flower scented scenes. New words of romance hang fragrant in the air to form beauty in this Eve. Traveling through her body are the kisses from my dusk awaiting her dawn, In dreams my heartbeat with the promise of a burning August to come.