Ode To Breaking Up

Consider salve thy lubricating lips, Can moist sensations kissing them be found and tender do the grasp of finger tips dissolve the rich encompass of the ground. Our explorations further feast on eyes, prepares the intuition for release, while magical relations improvise motions for the while shall not increase. I need to further venture through the mist of one who gains momentum having trust, and this is where I feel we both exist the treasure trove of having is a must. We melt where idle passions seem to fix, are firmly pressed against residing walls what heaven sent., the dedicated mix, involvement as we both rejoice to calls. Encased within our own as souls combine the journey of a lifetime waiting for has come and we're parading this divine contentment is this guise I found before. Need to have and hold has come to pass, I fell in love before, it's not the last.