Just a poem I wrote, about nothing.
Sight, smell, touch, all senses are alive in this moment
Emotions pulse as time passes by
Shaking off all worry and torment
Two humans as one, here we lie
The warm thrill of gentle touch
And the calming beat of two hearts as one
The passion of which there is much
Dies not after we are done
The pace picks up with ardor wild
Ecstasy begins to set in motion
Vulnerability like a child
Shaking bodies release emotion
Locked together we begin to fly
Ending it all, with a lengthy sigh
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