The light of your presence ignites a flame long forgotten. I cradle the image of us dancing continuously and becoming immortalized by the sweet tapestry of you and I under a blanket of blue moon’s light.
I desire your love more than I admire your physical. Holding you prisoner in my soul is my one delight. Wearing your love and speaking your existence, I find myself becoming lost in your being and releasing my wrongs to success our rights.
A silent angel with screaming love, I hold you close to the beats of my heart. Whispers serve as the nectar of our unborn love affair, it’s you I want.
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