No words hold me closer than the sweetness of the love portrayed across your face.
It slows me in my pace yet makes my heart race.I want this.
Loving that the object of my affection sleeps and wakes to the beat of a drum all her own.
Calm as a gentle breeze.
Wild as a cyclone
Each taste is an unpredictable delicious brew.
So again and again the feeling is renewed.
And I loose myself within it with a wish, to never be found.
"Dreaming."
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