H is obsidian skin glitters, be the moon waxed or waned
Her burnished hair floats, be the breeze soft or strong
His arms, a cradle of steel, to shelter her or bind her
Her mouth, a vessel of heat, to inflame him or tame him
As light as a feather, as enduring as forever
be the moon waxed or waned, be the breeze soft or strong
A remix for today of the original from 2 years ago – for my Goddess Wife.