A Special Time
A special Time
Please let me taste your spasmodic desire
and feed me with a drip-line of you, continuous.
All the while the river draws us backwards and forth
You can even feed me, with droplets of water
like Ecstasy with masses of chemical imbalance.
With only the left over wine to taste.
Being together in our minds is all that remains
Through the many seasons we shared our wants.
With blankets of words we made love to our thoughts
Please let me sense your cries
Of effervescent desires that reach their paradise
Now warm, fluffy and engulfed in a rapture.
When reflecting on moments that ruminate,
we evade the dissolve of the wonderland we built.
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