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ad-infinitum, affection, bliss, blossom, collarbone, endless, eons, eye contact, flower, galaxies, grounded, I l**e you, i miss you, inspiring, kiss, Love, love language, love poetry, my dear, my love, physical touch, poetry, rose, singularity, sweet pea
When I think 'grounded', I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, velvet lips my sweet surrender. My entire being a mote of breath passed between us endlessly inspiring. A singularity midst the tips of our tongues, galaxies coalesce, eons pass with each gentle tap on your collarbone. From dust, to dust, no death to do us part. Only you, and me, ad-infinitum.
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