I think the biggest mistake we make is when we expect to find someone to understand us when we don't understand ourselves.

Even if we do truly understand our inner being, it is extremely rare that we meet someone who vibrates on the same spiritual frequency.

That's why we're all so alone.

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black holes exist
in the depths of hearts
that have forgotten love

*AA

Maybe it was love

maybe it was bourbon

maybe it was the hash

that baked us like an oven

*AA

Poets show their naked pain

And this, I think
Pouring yourself onto pages
Is the greatest art of all

Simple, sweet,
and so delectable.
The taste of your kiss
lingers on my lips.
Enticing and you have
me yearning for more.

**** visions play
in my head like
roll on a film.
Seduction surges
my body and
makes me stiff.

I climb on top
of you and
your body
intertwines with mine;
DNA stranded perfectly
together.

My arm wraps around
your back. As I pull
your body close to mine,
your gasp whispers in
my ear.
You want more.

So soft are your legs,
which my fingers
explore.
My hands are curious
creatures, and you are
too inviting for my
own good.

Another kiss. This one
is fire. Passion blazing
while flames and heat
transfer from your
mouth to mine.

Then we are one.
Two halves finally
Equalling a whole.
A light yelp
escapes your mouth
and transforms
into a soft moan.

We are soaring
above cloud nine;
higher than we could
even imagine.
You are me.
I am you.
This is we.
We are passion.