She fascinates me with her relentless exploration for the flavors of passion/seasoned with the syrup of joy/
She tastes life with me just before dripping wisdom on my core self/ from balls to bone marrow/flesh and spirit we dance forever/
Like the edges of 2 galaxies spinning besides each other/ Harmonious we are beyond what man can destroy with his bitterness/
Sweet she remains always as I endure our endless cycle of passion and fascination/
Our session of intimacy was similar to dueling percussion and wind instruments during a late night jazz jam/ Harmonious and competitive/ spontaneous and repetitive/ innovative and contemplative passion in all of its creative glory
Sweat sweeter than the syrup of peaches/ drinking like the sands of Egypt surround us without water/
Music is made welcoming the rain/ her aggressive submission is laced with trust/ Just like the butterfly trusts a breeze that is blowing towards randomness/
I trust her with liquid legacy/ she drinks from me savoring the wine made from the crushed grapes of Ethiopia/
Utopia braided with thickness/ weaved into thickness for all time/
This time documented by the Sun while the eternal passions are blamed on the Moon for arriving too late and leaving too soon/
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