Linked as one
In Sweet passion
In An intangible realm of spirituality


Thirty minutes
Becomes the best two days of twenty-two years
I think we began to lock talons to backsides
Gripping fiercely to the ownerships through love

Whispering now
With the aftermath of blood curdling cries
A rhythmic love dance slows to serenity

And when we’re together
The pleasure
The connection
The passion
It never wavers
You’re in my tunnel vision

11/20/2009

Posted on 11/21/2009
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