Oxygen
I live
to breathe
in her love
She is
the oxygen
I am starving
for in my lungs
I look into her eyes
and see a reflection
of my soul staring
back into me
I breathe her love in
I breathe it out
I take each breath
as if it's my last
I've breathed the
magic potion of love
I crave her like a candle
craves oxygen at
the onset of darkness
I crave her
the love of my life
I crave her the only
way I have ever known
how
I become a drowning man
struggling to breathe
I gasp for her love
she possesses my heart
and soul
She is the only
oxygen I know
when she kisses me
I get oxygen out of
each kiss
Those kisses that sends
messages to my toes
and fingertips
She kisses the right
things at the right time
then kisses the things
she missed
When I breathe
my soul slips from me
and goes into her
wraps itself around her
all night, like the breath
of the moon
Her breath is like
a small night wind
dries my cheeks
we talk in touches
Her soft breasts
brown nipples dimpling
and I am gone into mist
I breathe her oxygen
her lips spilled rising
That is why I carry
my love of her
as constant as any sun
deep in my heart...
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