The pale hues of Sunlight lift the Veil of the Night. As a world awakens alit, greedily soaking this precious gift, A ray penetrates cool, still air, bathing locks of tussled hair. Brilliance splashes against a pale cheek; your breath- a mist, as if to speak. What magnificence would I hear, brought by my beloved to my ear? Widening, luminous current of Light filling the room in ecstatic delight. Every wave of Light caressing flesh, a monument of nakedness-speaking breath. Cool, chilled air tightens tender flesh, lovers lie virginous and yet enmeshed. My heart it doth rage at this sight, a warm, gentle touch-a lover of Light. A menage-a-tois ever so divine, the marriage of me and an angel of mine.
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