There have been nights when Upon waking I wished I had not Dreams to which waking life Has felt not but a fevered segue And I have often cursed the hours for passing so quickly between the time I close my eyes and the moment they next open But these days I wake to find … Continue reading Drawn Only to You
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Thunder
In the distance Thunder rolls But I can barely hear it Over the sound Of you Of us In motion as well Our reverberations produced By friction just the same By the pressing together Of two ethereal bodies Drifting Floating Aimlessly For so long Until finally They meet In a grand and majestic scene Replete … Continue reading Thunder
