I haven't written anything down because I have been too busy feeling it.
The love you planted so softly on me like a nice pair of lips.
I stopped writing because I didn't want to miss a second of the main event.
The event of love is a special occasion that shouldn't be missed.
I bought my ticket and sat in the front row of your heart.
I can't believe through the highs and the lows of our love there is still a
flame to light up.
I could travel the globe but no one could ever encompass
the south, north, east or west of your spirit.
The jumping, stomping, dark haired goddess with the face of Pocahontas.
You are truly what my heart was missing.
I have not documented all of the ways you make me smile.
when your body is planted on mines how even
our sweat combines and makes the perfect perfume.
I haven't written in a long time simply because I have been
consumed with loving you.
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