Benign Bliss Burn
In-form polarities merge in the heart, One that became two becomes one again. Breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start, God’s grace in-pours as we dance in the rain. Not passion’s blaze, but a quiet flame. the kind that hums beneath the ribs and bone. It doesn’t consume; it reclaims, turning ache into a sacred tone. In the hush between pulse and name, only love remains, utterly alone.
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