You. Touch me. Anywhere you like as long as I feel your soul. Your warmth penetrates my being, every seam and every fiber is filled with you. When I look into your eyes I am quickly lifted to a galaxy of liberation and euphoria as well as intensity and invulnerability. I love you. From the thought of you to the very sound of you. How I wish I could lay upon this bed of love we make to cradle your thoughts and dreams. As the sun rises and sets the images captured in my mind begin and end with you. Your life force nourishes my spirit and satiates my heart leaving me wanting for nothing except you. If infatuation disintegrates after prolonged exposure to kinetic love then what is this binding extraterrestrial heat source generated between us? A lingering exotic flame burning so unusual it’s complicated to explain. Devotion.

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