Asexual Erotica | Catherine Watness
The moon gently bathes your skin in soft silver Your beauty is truly the definition of sublime Like Eve before her fall Untarnished by sin and lust We lay together innocent Eyes tethered The occasional brushing of noses Our lips do not steal kisses but rather share them Love is pure and holy There is no need to mar it with the sweaty, sticky violence of sex Why would we want to profane our love with carnal desire? Our bodies need not join as our souls are already one Let us lie forever chaste until the world ends in fire or ice by the hand of Some god unknown For you are the only warm flame and cool breeze I will ever need
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