I spoke with hushed whispers into the wind,
from there they carried deep in the night,
across the desert sands and further still,
until they reached the mountain tops.
At long last, my secrets found the ears of my intended,
like the warm caress of a lover’s breath,
they poured into his heart.
There they warmed from little sparks,
that fanned into the flames of passion,
igniting a mutual fire,
that spanned across the distance,
consuming us both in a sensuous blaze.
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