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In Harmony
Last night I was over at her house and we fucked till dawn.
We clung together as I fucked her long.
It felt like we sang a perfect song
In harmony like the din of a gong.
We loved and loved as we echoed through time
Sharing the secret of a love sublime.
When the morning cock crowed we laughed at the day
And cuddled up waiting for the next round of play.
To hold her like that in the early hours
Is to know that love is the greatest of powers.
We cooed like two doves in a heavenly bower.
We slept like two monarchs on a bed of flowers.
How can there be such a love as this
That begins where it ends in a circle of bliss.
How can we miss what we cannot miss
In the mist of love like a perfect kiss.
Like a drop of water that lands on a lake
The epicenter of a circular quake
That rolls over sun beams that dance in its wake
That is how pure is love's give and take.
How can we dream of a thing that is higher
Than the highest of spires to which we could aspire
That lights our lives more than the hottest of fires
And carries us higher than the height of desire
And yet proves that the power of love is no liar.
We clung together as I fucked her long.
It felt like we sang a perfect song
In harmony like the din of a gong.
We loved and loved as we echoed through time
Sharing the secret of a love sublime.
When the morning cock crowed we laughed at the day
And cuddled up waiting for the next round of play.
To hold her like that in the early hours
Is to know that love is the greatest of powers.
We cooed like two doves in a heavenly bower.
We slept like two monarchs on a bed of flowers.
How can there be such a love as this
That begins where it ends in a circle of bliss.
How can we miss what we cannot miss
In the mist of love like a perfect kiss.
Like a drop of water that lands on a lake
The epicenter of a circular quake
That rolls over sun beams that dance in its wake
That is how pure is love's give and take.
How can we dream of a thing that is higher
Than the highest of spires to which we could aspire
That lights our lives more than the hottest of fires
And carries us higher than the height of desire
And yet proves that the power of love is no liar.
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