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Shutup Sweetheart… The Bow
shutup sweetheart… the bow
is about to break while we
poke at each others treasure
in the bliss and bask of cherish
verbatim I can almost taste
the what of you just writing
these words...
while I was dreaming about
this moment for a thousand
years ago it seemed to place
a wreckage on my parking
space until our brains caught
fire in my way of thinking out
loud…
dire is the pheromones
we exhibit on the gallery wall
of our behavior for without
the only key known to us as
escape we might just end up
being imprisoned in our own
commitment…
as we touch this side of each
others viewpoint my only
comment is that we may not
wind up enjoying each others
company in the long running
but may actually live enough
to enjoy the fruit of our fruits…
only Time becomes a virtue
when complications call out
a demand for a ruling on this
banquet of flesh and tides we
will always have this moment
no matter the costs incurred
so don't ever have regrets…
it does not matter what we
lose or gain what goes or
comes and what is at once
pleasured is equally taken
and held in our heart if that
is the hold desired what we
learn is of the utmost import…
is about to break while we
poke at each others treasure
in the bliss and bask of cherish
verbatim I can almost taste
the what of you just writing
these words...
while I was dreaming about
this moment for a thousand
years ago it seemed to place
a wreckage on my parking
space until our brains caught
fire in my way of thinking out
loud…
dire is the pheromones
we exhibit on the gallery wall
of our behavior for without
the only key known to us as
escape we might just end up
being imprisoned in our own
commitment…
as we touch this side of each
others viewpoint my only
comment is that we may not
wind up enjoying each others
company in the long running
but may actually live enough
to enjoy the fruit of our fruits…
only Time becomes a virtue
when complications call out
a demand for a ruling on this
banquet of flesh and tides we
will always have this moment
no matter the costs incurred
so don't ever have regrets…
it does not matter what we
lose or gain what goes or
comes and what is at once
pleasured is equally taken
and held in our heart if that
is the hold desired what we
learn is of the utmost import…
Published 2nd Nov 2013
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