The soul has much to say
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Not your ordinary, morning
A hush, falls, over nature
The sun, bows out, gracefully
Our senses, are glorified
Hair, that smells of spring
Feeling, like the wind, in my hands
Dawn, has arrived...you open, your eyes
My personal, kaleidoscopes
The color, matches my mood
I disappear, into your flesh
A fruitful, conglomerate
Fingers, elongated berries
Toes, succulent spices
...yeah, the taste of vanilla
Ripe lips, that shame strawberries
Breathing, as one
For our kiss, brings forth, life
Imagination, regenerated
Worlds, collide
Sensual, impact
Dividing you, over and again
A new language, spills...from your mouth
Exquisite, rain
The sweat, of our labor
I'm, spent
You're,...loved
At rest, your snow, upon my mountain
Morn, has new meaning
But, what of the night?
I'm always...thinking, ahead
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