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.
4/22/09
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