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One
When two become one

Souls forever intertwined like a bullet in a gun

The touching, caressing and kissing

Two becoming one with ecstasy and ******* never missing

Future days can never erase the moment that lust and love could not be overcome

History will always remember the night, that we became one
Like moon drenched waves that crash together as one at sea

Our depth and longing to unite is fresh as paradise's breeze

We knock upon each others heart like sands on the shoreline

Please don't drift away with the next moment's tide

Paradise only exists when your lips are pressed against mine

My lonely nights have only ever needed you

I only want to share my thoughts, my dreams with you it's true

Almost paradise is dreams that somehow don't belong to me

Almost paradise is your body only given to me in a one night fantasy

Paradise is when I the sun, and you the horizon come together and forever form we
Ah yes, the pure desired essence of this, nothing compares.

The way her hungry eyes grip me in full "take me" stare

Even her shadow begs for her to stop standing there

With mouth agape, please press your tongue against mine over here

I see heaven in your eyes and with you, I see heaven everywhere
There is always
one thing, that
I am sure to do
when I am
around you

I am sure
to disguise how
I am always
******* you
with my eyes
I'll kiss your scars

if....

you kiss

mine.
Poets are never ending romantacists on a moonstruck Caribbean beach with ambiantic waves kissing a star soaked horizon

Poets are flames that flicker from a lover's breath and that whispers their name under candlelight sight and forever's caress

Poets are also earthquakes, hurricanes and tornados because we yearn for great storms in life to write

Poets are the artists that create pictures with words that trace your lips and tense your body with climactic fantasies

We poets are song writers in 5 minutes notice, greeting card and love letter writers

We poets are what many crave to be or yearn to be with.

Because, once you're with a poet you aren't ever going back!
Delicious fruit
can quickly turn
into sand

From pulp
to grain
slipping through
one's hand
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