There is a cosmic explosion of ******* that occur when you make love to me through my soul and not just my physical being.
You make me fly high as if i owned a pair of wings.
You truly see me and accept the vulnerability of who I am.
Creating butterflies that float around in my diaphragm.
Oh how you make me come with love and pleasure.
Filling me with a love that couldn't make me feel any braver.
You give me reason to believe.
Creating a bliss in me that I never knew I could achieve.
This cosmic love of ours shows me that you were meant to be mine.
Allowing me to see the inner works of the true divine.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
There is a cosmic explosion of ******* that occur when you make love to me through my soul and not just my physical being.
You make me fly high as if i owned a pair of wings.
You truly see me and accept the vulnerability of who I am.
Creating butterflies that float around in my diaphragm.
Oh how you make me come with love and pleasure.
Filling me with a love that couldn't make me feel any braver.
You give me reason to believe.
Creating a bliss in me that I never knew I could achieve.
This cosmic love of ours shows me that you were meant to be mine.
Allowing me to see the inner works of the true divine.
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