Ronald Eric Wakefield
Sweet - Poem by Ronald Eric Wakefield
Euphoria, ecstasy, eroticism supreme, swathed in a blissful river of love
Mellifluously flowing in a delirious dream;
The ultimate metamorphosis; the utter realization of sweet emancipation.
A complete abandonment of this Earth's sordid existence.
Two loving souls, just drifting; locked in the fervent,
Exhilarating knowledge of, JUST "US", heading rapidly,
Directly on course for an urgent, rapturous life; being
Loved to the full, in a delightfully, wondrous,
uninhabited Utopian, heavenly, universe.
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