We have the same dream
an unlikely match
to crumble quickly
or miraculously
fit
perfect.
I'm an exceptional lover,
and a terrible girlfriend.
Vibrant, sensual,
with hot
healthy
breath.
How did we get here,
idling at the corner,
knowing this time
we'll take off without a
stall
A season halfway through
without an evil shudder of contempt for the cold.
So many pleasant distractions,
bountiful fantasies
beginning to scratch these longing itches.
It's been far too long since I have felt
passionate touch, playful aggression, hungry force,
heart pounding,
sharp in take of breath,
grasping for reason,
and carried away into lust
nearing semi-completion,
nearing the plateau
of almost
satisfaction.
Each brings me a step closer to content.
Genuine smiles,
and open arms
comfortable in my skin,
upon this earth.
Divine, filled with the power of the sacred
at my fingertips.
Step by step,
each day a little closer
a little more
complete
organizing a simple life
cleaving chaos
to the
cosmos
and leaving
a double
space
between
the lines
to read
unchartered
passion.
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