Dedicated to the real Viki and Rod...
Maybe you'll see them, somewhere, somehow,
some day...
Her eyes are flaming, kaleidoscopic green and blue,
When she blinks, they spiral, then sparkle anew,
She sees in him, what he sees in a mirror,
The mirror of the soul, so dark, yet so clear,
Their first words to each other, reveal a desperate search, quite alarming,
Darkness at the break of Noon, even the bible knows of their fated belonging,
A dreamworld sojourn to the Himalayas, provides comfort and motivation,
It's where they meet up with the legendary Savitri and Satyavan,
Two warriors, challenging the existence of creation, face to face,
Their legend reveals an eternal, infinite, saving grace,
Oh, but to identify and internalize, the very nature of their being,
Their shared words and tears, seal a union blessed by devotion,
They share experiences, reflective images of each other,
The places they've been, the places yet to discover,
But when it comes to sensual pleasure, no one does it better...pure art,
Their passion for each other, is clean off the chart,
A single picture, a radiant smile, causes their arousal to run wild,
But her voice becomes his elixir of life,
so erodically sensual, yet so mild,
Their laughter can be felt from thousands of miles away,
That's just for openers, compared to the way they stimulate exotic play,
First the whispers then the sighs,
He's buried deep between her thighs,
She bites her lip, then moans with a furious discharge,
He explodes, leaving traces of cream in the air, on land and throghout galaxies afar,
She feels him enter through a glass darkly,
Their subtle energies unite, sparks fly,
She takes him to the depths of her treasure chest,then beyond the beyond,
Pulsating undulations, splatter their ejaculate, three sheets to the wind,
Every pounding thrust, arches her back with effortless, adoring stimulation,
Their rhythm becomes explosive...relax, contraction, dialation,
Even in this ethereal domain, spirit seeks a deserved rest,
He buries his head between her beautiful, succulent breasts,
She strokes his hair, he kisses behind her ear,
His hands cup her breasts, twisting her nipples, the time draws near,
Their smiles become the trigger, for another everlasting round,
Orgasms reach a furious crescendo, their feet never touch the ground,
Every evening they travel 'cross the distant stars, turning on those brilliant, twinkling lights,
Every sparkle that's seen, reflects yet another climactic delight,
You may refer to their meanderings as the balance beteen yin and yang,
For these two guitar twangin' maniacs, it's just their own kind of special thang...
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