Little Bird

The softness of your skin, I am caressed gently by your tender voice, melting in your accent.

Breathless, catching my voice, I await the next whisper from this tender, sweet bird.

Take flight my love, your wings mended and strengthened by my undying love.

Soar, with your heart open to the expansive, grey-shades sky, bringing your light to the shadow.

Your sweet song, allowing my soul to dance, awakened and free.

Rest on a branch, wait, be still in the silence of the forest as I reach out to you.

I hold you close, gently feeling your fragile, beating heart.

Oh little bird, precious wonder, allow my warmth to spread throughout your being.

Then we can fly free, through the clouds of delight, upwards to the burning sun of our desires.

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