I have an idea,
An inkling, you could say
To love you each and every day,
I see flowers in your eyes
And fire in your soul,
I long to explore this strange land
With my two hands,
Your mountains of skin
Are rigid and wonderful,
Thine lips like rosebuds-
Soft and gentle,
I have delved in so far
It feels as if I and you, have flown into space,
Where Newton’s Laws no longer apply,
We lily along the color spectrum,
Around galactic vortexes,
Through the stars of time-
Souls mold into one once again,
Freedom at last!
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