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The day we make Love.
Your absence kills me.
Our depravity haunts
like a ghost.
The longing and wait is
worthwhile.
Am I worthwhile?
The day we make love,
our minds will take
a thrilling journey
through the Earth's orbit.
Our bodies will merge
in the vortex of passion
Our souls will grind
rhythmically to the music
of the wind.
Your star will rise
from below sensation's
compass point and
later set below the
depth of dawn's
breath taking Eden.
We'll be gliding.
Smoothly forming a
constellation of love
as our emotions and
deep passion create a
supernova.
We'll curl like
Apostrophes.
We'll moan.
© Personalpoet
Our depravity haunts
like a ghost.
The longing and wait is
worthwhile.
Am I worthwhile?
The day we make love,
our minds will take
a thrilling journey
through the Earth's orbit.
Our bodies will merge
in the vortex of passion
Our souls will grind
rhythmically to the music
of the wind.
Your star will rise
from below sensation's
compass point and
later set below the
depth of dawn's
breath taking Eden.
We'll be gliding.
Smoothly forming a
constellation of love
as our emotions and
deep passion create a
supernova.
We'll curl like
Apostrophes.
We'll moan.
© Personalpoet
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