In realms ethereal, where passions intertwine,
There exists a dance of power, mystic sign.
A tapestry woven 'twixt flesh and mind,
Where sovereignty and ecstasy entwined.
In the sacred rite of sixty-nine,
Two souls converge, in pleasures they align.
A cosmic balance, a sacred shrine,
Where giving begets, in shadows they recline.
Yet beyond this union, where bodies enthrall,
Lies a dominion that beckons, enthralls.
Positions of prowess, where empires may fall,
In the crucible of desire's eternal thrall.
For survival's whisper, a primal decree,
Binds creatures to pleasures, a dance of esprit.
A voyage transcendent, it sets hearts free,
A glimpse of the self, unfettered and free.
In climax's embrace, the veil is drawn wide,
Revealing realms hidden, where spirits abide.
A fleeting connection, a journey untied,
As swiftly it fades, to the ether it slides.
Was it but a dream, a wisp in the night,
A glimpse of the soul, in passion's pure light?
A touch of the arcane, a moment so bright,
Vanishing swiftly, like morning's first light.
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