Held in thrall....3

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And then I
remembered
the time when
we touched each other
not only with our hands
and limbs
but with our hearts.
Time melted away
past whistled away
and no trace of thoughts 
remained.
Love lolled about
smiles lingered lazily
all over
and fingers played
melodies of magic
in every pore.
Nothing was
nothing remained
and nothing happened
when we were 
everything unto ourselves.

Passions ...7

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Well I am with it
and I know you too
cannot let go of it.
Those magical touches
that light up
every single cell
in the body and the mind
when nothing else matters
except love
of being and being of love
giving, taking
uniting and beyond
just as the full moon
rises and shines
and enters your whole being
making it the dwelling 
of God of Love
divine.