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It began at dusk..
your voice feeding my lust..
silence mixes creating the deepest form of love..
keeping me up..
your breathing my sweet lulliby..
Inhaling your aroma from afar..
I have stopped asking myself why..
accepting this emotional bliss..
creating a safe place within my heart..
Its like 1000 horses have carried me away..
on a charriot into cumulous clouds..
that dance across horizons..
creating pictures and figurines..
visual stimulation tantalizing me..
Like warm meadows..
mixed with raindrops..
that hit my forehead and creep into my eyes..
your light how it beams reflections..
showing me beautiful rainbows..
and twinkling stars in the night sky
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By Lisa Roberts
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