when my lips touch yours,
the world expands;

when my hands hold yours,
the air swells;

when my eyes meet yours,
only you are in color;

when our hearts collide,
music plays,
a nova explodes,
and there is only you;

when our loins press tight,
I wish for one more night,
one million times over.

April 21, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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