Angelic intercourse

On opposite chairs they sat,

In the largest garden of the world,

Their eyes after a long time have met,

Words have eagerly waited to be told.

They began with a silence,

Soft gaze was soaking her grace,

Soothing lips she gave him license,

Words of joy came out at the pace.

Mesmerised he talked too much,

Her beauty enchanted his mind,

His tongue lost the touch,

But his words were all too kind.

When she finally spoke,

Voice of an angel filled the air,

His verses she was completing,

And gave him her heart's flare.

The End

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