I'M All Yours

Just over two hours in, all your endorphins are set to perma-grin both sinfully spilling potions, and emotionally losing composure inches from your passion filled eyes, now incapable of conjuring any lies five fingers filled in strawberry blonde, quivering spells like that of a magic wand our breaths seemingly syncronized, bodies entwined dearly, nearly mezmorized delicious, coming true emotional wishes, several positions, never stopping the kisses soul searching possibly over, did I finally pick my four leaf clover reviving my love once as a leak, now euphorically pours as I hear a whisper in my ear an angel speaks, "I'm all yours"