Stones mark my path.
Leading the way.
To my quiet location in the woods.
The breeze, constant.
The leaves tremble.
With every dying breath.
Air still fills my lungs.
Even in their decay.
They die to speak.
But have nothing to say.
I lay in silence.
The stone path ends.
Beckoning my body yearns for you.
Lay by me, Love Me.
My temptress in the dark.
Smitten by your touch.
I tremble in my tomb.
Your warm caress slithers through me.
How I long to touch you.
My caress dissipates through your embrace.
Please take me with you.
Or permit me to pass.
For you are my love forever.
"Its ok my love, Move on."
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