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Come, My Lover, Come

"at what point does a crush tip over into obsessive delusion?"

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Come over to me.
Come, my lover, come.
Come over to me,
and wrap your soul around mine for a while.
I just want to make you smile
from the inside out,
while the world makes you pout.

___

Come, my lover, come.
Come over to me.
It's your heart I long to see,
sprawled all naked and vulnerable upon your face.

___

Come my lover come.
Let's leave this place
and have a race against the dawn,
while the pleasure yawns our bodies
into sleepy lethargy.

And we cascade into a beautiful agony

of fragmented dreams,
as our bodies are stretched to their seams.
Our spirits,
our wedded souls
--the light and the dark inside--
no longer can abide.
We die
inside each other,
returning to the dark particles of our humble source:
dark matter,
dark energy,
sweet ecstasy.
To begin again with the day,
looking into your eyes.
I have nothing to say, as one look from you
inspires an encore in a wash of memories,
sweet fatal whispers...

__

Come , my lover, come.
Kiss me gently.
Give me my genesis,
one touch at a time.
I want to mark you as mine
with my lips and my teeth, hands and ....[gasp]...

___

Come, my lover, come.
Come, please, my sweet, come with me...

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Written by LuceDevlin
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