it does not strut upon the road
tarries not in gestures cold-
but rather lingers within the fold
of beating hearts, emblazoned gold...
(ah such warmth, the coursing nectar of life..rubies glittering against the alabaster
obsidian guardians blinking never...)
(the silent glow of a thousand oceans in your gaze)
a touch, a word, the sigh of pleasure...
giving meaning beyond measure
all things favored at the leisure
every moment for to treasure....
{...blyss...}
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