I shivered as my body protected me from myself.
That cold feeling inside,
when you think of someone you love
is about to give you your heart back.
That feeling,
except with a far more agreeable situation.
Angelic sounds lingered down my spine for crucial substance.
A harmonic passion blended in with mine
as our souls became gratuitous of our origin.
I cried.
The way soiled lungs cry for oxygen.
Replenished,
Ascending into an orgasmic realm.
No-thing
was ever more beautiful.
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