Dustism

Dustism
Romantic expanse, too beautiful, hands held
The heart opens to another and the hands quiver
The heart quivers, the eternal heart cries and yearns
Those gentile lips touch and both agonies cry

The touch so gentile, the head rests and arms squeeze
Eyes closed so tightly, the lips kiss skin so soft
Agony, all the agony is soothed and sweetened
All I can say is that I love you, but my life now has meaning

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