Monument Bells

An unspoken need cultivated in years
Left us covered in minutes of ecstasy
Every position of my hands met resistance
Until his tongue pressed into mine
Opening the gates of his wooden steed
Then gently like a teacup, he sipped my breath
Spreading it around the room like holy water
That turned him into wine

Pulling my lips away from his I saddled into
His neigh that ached
In the craving of my warm stables
He felt like thunder that could strike me full
Until knowing the taste of lightening
That breaks darkness with fused rain
I called him nature, but he was king
He called me princess, but I was queen

We were strangers, yet knew
We were monuments made of concrete
Loving to the harmony of bells

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