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I'm so wildly lost in you. Thought presses to thought and I lose my inhibition at the idea of souls melting.

The tragedy of love crested,
and longings spent in the hollow—
poor lovers left swallowed by
the tension of desire—

Nay, lust—

I close my eyes,
I see a dancer's frame
rendered in firelight—

lubricant lifted
in hand, like a private toast,
midnight-blue tips glinting,
reminders of the love

a wolf bears
for a tanzanite creature.
I see your fingers tracing softened orbs,
pressed gently to your décolletage,

and I feel desire stretched taut
across time and space.
I see you smile—

the moment you realize
you are present in the
astral wanderings
of a kindred soul.

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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.

Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!

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