The Quiet Weight Of Us
Candlelight dwindled in the
warmth of their tone.
The mood succumbed as silence
could no longer cradle a moan.
Smiles lingered with shadowed
eyes,
peace wasting no precious time.
Blushed skin slumbered in
midnight’s wake.
Postures folded to the quiet
weight of their embrace.
—JG ©2026
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Candlelight dwindled in the kindled with kindred sighs, duh warmth of their tone. The soft echoes from the third Heavens to the Sea play their own Psalms The mood succumbed as silence In the thrones of passion, desires are always its mean of reliance could no longer cradle a moan. Quieting myself just to hear the bed rattling, your grunts and groans Smiles lingered with shadowed Through the warmth of their embrace, tenderly and celestial paddled Eyes, Slowly roving over my French Creole thighs peace wasting no precious time. I am the rhymes found in the peachy nectar of my sublime Blushed skin slumbered in. Kisses up and down my supple skin midnight’s wake. Grand Rising from satin sheets, soaked in the love we make Postures folded to the quiet The craving unto blending spirits, which destiny, or fate cannot deny it weight of their embrace. Mm… the pleasurable feel of your wool embedded deep in the softness of my silken lace “You have been gifted a Kemymalia (K.)™ Blendology, enjoy.”
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