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Blessed Gateway
It doesn't cross my mind
the horizon endlessly finite
facing subtle trials
unconsciously enabling
post-oath lies
insuring the desired
verdict's arrived:
reunion granted
with unmeasured
intimate sublime
I never think about it
how else to survive
crossing arctic tundra
through endless
Death Valley July
I block imagination
from reaching
the other side,
wont visualize
invitation
to blessed
gateway thighs
I cant conceive jumping
the subtle descent
of this roller-coast ride
gently confront
sanctuarial eyes
my past experience
guarantees frustration
then ultimate demise
envision Us entwined
profanely divine
freakishly suckle
from chosen vines
though we`ve never met
sensually re-ignite
thrust eratically
dispersed ecstatically
amongst celestial lights?
I apologize...
but...
It doesnt even cross my mind
Published 14th Jun 2013
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Anonymous
14th Jun 2013 8:30pm
Awe...this good , so creative. Thanks I enjoyed.
