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Infinity


His slender finger

Dagger like

Scraped my souls surface

Love leaked unto his palm

It outlined and traced

His vast plain

Bare and uninfected

Until now

His palm now permeable

His cells receptive

Yearning  

Wanting

A desire that burns

Has began to develop

And my potion

That will quench it is

Everlasting

Better than double mint

Providing solace satisfaction and serenity

Like refreshing sip of cool purified water

Teasing his dry tongue

 After sweating under a hot windless day

A Whirlpool of emotion

Has consumed him

Submerged almost drowning

In an liquid-less disposition

He seeks more of me

This time his fingers

Both hands take hold

Of my body

Weakens barriers

With caution he caresses my soul

Tickles it with his uniquely designed

Fingertips

Utensils used for feeding

On me

Then I become permeable

His hands like sponges

Absorbs my everlasting potion

His eyes staring down into mine

And I take in his potion

We suspend within each other

We suspend within this surreal moment

Our life gone; fades away

Our souls now married

Intertwined

United

In the shape

Of

Infinity.

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stephy733
<p>Enjoy</p>

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