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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