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Melodies of love live life

Oceanic Liquidity

 

Melodies of Love Live Life

 

How do I end up so lucky/unlucky to have/not have you??

 

Completion of thoughts, eyes lustful filled with the eternity that makes my heart MELT...

 

Wet with the history on a scroll that prescribes our love in large doses...

 

I'm hooked off your endorphins and prescriptions of forever and always, mentally I'm hooked...

 

You're the perfect high, inhaled long ago and trailing this whole time like smoke leaves a gun, no Captain Hook...

 

Let's fly away from this mindless place of crannies and nooks...

 

And fill our library of love with memories and watery brooks...

 

Dripping, with thoughts of what could be, coital...wait look..

 

My mind drains in the faucet yet stays clogged with what can be and could be seen...graphically with leaves of autumn satires in everlasting love and wintery passionate wet sheets...

 

Though the fire builds and smoldered with disconnection and non-affection I'm still willing and able to love and hopefully live with happiness filled with lilies and sunflowers, the soil we found is so meek...

 

Loving your grips, my throat suicidally bleeding but healing, as the sun heals the wombs that could be...

 

I love to love your ambiance...your smile...dripping with the factual thought of ravaging you on a white pedestal of the piano keys...

 

Musically, sexually....horizons that I've never seen, only to wake up inside your moist starry glow of dandelions and tulips, my stem continually grows so perfectly...

 

Can I *** beyond this life into the next? Seeking the birth of wisdom most abolitionist can't claim a defect..?

 

Oh boy, I swim like Japanese coy, tattooed on the events and situations that make people play like a toy....

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