For my Osiris...
forever Yours,
Isis
Fingers touch to flesh and
the familiar becomes
all too real…
The feel of heat as
something deeper than
soul connects;
Light reflects Darkness as
touch becomes caress
and caress blossoms into kiss
They were destined for this…
That familiar reality
sends a tingle to
clandestine places held
only for Darkness' pleasure
Her treasure molds to
welcome only Him
Rhythmic passion ensues
hues of golden umber, deep red
and iridescent blue tell of
their crest reached;
their Oneness is now complete
In rest, He holds Light's gift
in His strong hands, her own
help to keep it safe,
and He gives her the same
As twin souls lay claim
one to the other,they both discover
Darkness and Light within;
so the ballad of
Osiris and Isis begins…
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