Love Is…
…a soaring pink void
Raw, black poison,
Hot red rocks,
Bare legs.
Lust & sweat
Incubating.
Delirious
Bittersweet skin,
Moaning together,
Screaming desire.
Destroying my delicate dreams
For eternity.
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Yes, indeed, Love is all these things... Rgds, Ivan