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Lovers - Endangered Species

Inside a dream above 39 thousand feet thoroughly feeling faded about the week's colour, spades closing in on the lovers moment in thought. Dangerous and fleek to the advertisers "method", but peddled by the very same. Never foreshadowed by perfume, taste equal to the senses with desire full to leave no pain. Letting go of the society norm, I welcome the words.

"Lovers all need warmth, but close to cold".

This from a thought no developed than a breath starting in the belly (perhaps full of gin), we need to experience a new, to feel the uber voice full of will - with passion of moment, and to never settle for a "Parked Car" - idling without gas.

Endless engines, singing one tune, while never shifting "gears". The now is present and time is burning - consuming half empty tanks (74/75).

A thought from clouds measured only by its start; and hopefully no end. Romantic souls touched by innocence, pleasure intertwined with beauty, that is love. A true symbol of wars reward taken from enemy. While never considering the intangible, glory or pain is the same from this battle. The shift is full of spine, its cover cradling lush words, rich freshly typed 'these' readers ready to read, a lovers story being written in view, their battle more powerful and bright as light with endless harmonics sharing joy.

The species must survive, never to fail in delicious pursuit, while designing the mould, finding two souls living through its application; lust discovering truth between two connected "matched" organisms. Pure heavenly moments when together, they dare not dream of end.

The calling is strong - bound in code all share, initiating the loops endless cycle, all characters locked within the same book. While learning a new language - is lovers love.

Nothing is more than I am with you... thriving to keep the species alive.

Never settle for store bought - while eating warm soup.

Two paths between equal distance - I choose the shortcut and start a new.

Good morning beautiful, full of "pout" gracefulness. Spilling with heavenly light.

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The species takes flight along a normal route, through the corridors of the southwest beyond the gates of the americas. Black birds gather around something of a unique tree - some of them really like the branches while other enjoy the view as they sit so high. Many of them fly above these trees far into the mountains and plains while the crow flies they see it all and farther than most. Many a welcome rest along a days flight they feel for them as the stand silent and appear to be silent dreamers.

Along the gladded grass high trees known as the giants stand tall to withstand the travels of the world around a star. They see everything and all, above the known universe of the flat ground. They talk to one another and feel the magic of nature’s fullest desires - (to love and love along with the species of the hearts).... the tall ones so proud and huge above the impossible - they doubt nothing but only judge it all by the very point of purpose. To live free and stand tall!

Ah, but they want one thing - to see what it’s like above the blue. All day they dream of the heaven’s spark dripping of the truest blues, along where the black birds fly the ritual paths along the sea and sky (playful flight) - along the edge of the heavens. The black birds go far higher then the tall ones, who after all, are anchored-grounded to the very dirt that holds them tightly fixed in place (and provides life’s nutrients that feeds). So hard and usable by all, and green. Dripping in wet rain and oceans spray - they raise so far and see and sip from the clouds.

But those black birds fly... so far along and thru the blue - where the nights shadow moves beyond the parts of the days end and into the dark. “What’s in the rich dark sparkling beyond” they ask collectively.... sometimes they ask the elders of the tribe - the ones that stand the most, and they being a society of older and middle with young aged tall ones. Have much to say.

All talking through the ground. Using a language older then speech of the mice (a very odd animal, they never really understand the messy ones that scavenge around the ground and run up and down along the trees stand. A sample of thuds to the ground banging into the root system a calming to the order. While each listens intently to the heard - they communicate and pass along the message. Some talk to much, while others slowly ponder life’s gifts, and meditate around who they are and where they grow to.

Slumber takes place and the wind blows on thru along the moving trees. Still the tall ones get higher and all are so beautiful as those happily named “sequa” grow while scraping the deepest part of the blue, reach as far as they can and so jealous of flight - as they grasp for the stars at night.

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I would do anything to hear your…. Voice!!!!

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It would be nice to hear once in a while?

Connections were made, then to just drop and forget the other part like a bone.

Missing…..

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Flower:

Flowers blossoming, a full bloom - a days dream while thinking of you, peddles stretch grabbing space looking towards heaven for the final race.

Colours mirror light, giving life, special hues sharing a view - as if they were designed only for you.

I stair at the stem, long, built for strength. Thin, delicate holding precious nectar, holds the head to shine.

Flowers to enjoy, scent blasts out to consume - peddles soft and smooth, nature designed shared for her in mind.

Expression of joy, union is set, nothing common here - only beauty combined with the image of bliss.

As I look at the lady, it’s twin a glorious flower delicate and bright. I see this natural beauty all within you.

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Particle Entanglement Issues:

The Bach notes, arranged with precision taken from coded universal language, teasing molecular structure - reverberate, emotion fuels, flood heads - keeping history beats, a period classically designed, romance embraced “class to poor”, extremes rejoice from both divides.

Pounding keys (black and white), smooth as jazz yet known walks to the river’s note - stitched structure constructing joy into thought, as children walk on Ice for the first time, sliding with timid steps, slide to laughter. The playful music hammer memories back to colour. Some more than others, heir to passion, lovers touch, the music traps “a moments-point - just, while shared heat is felt. Quickly beating symphonic trance building human sweat (laboriously felt).

Musical sunlight burns frost - melting to a calm.

Song playing “fresh air” quickly as a bees flight stumbles beyond sight.

Structure tickles porous souls. Anything shaded; washes pain, relief from pressure.

Those interstice places a human mind can erupt, idea or desire, here it all falls - a bodies rhythmic consumption of life. Gaps towards flaw - progression of a end it enlists hear raising towards height lightly taking you to internal climax.

With an end note.

Make it kind.

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I want to wrap myself around your naked body, draped under bedding sharing every breath with you, until we gasp for new air. Sharing each emotion that comes to thought, touching laughing and indulging mutual pleasure. Hinting to moments of complete climax for every mindful thought equally and pleasure injected as a drug - your body, with your consciousness - fully explored.

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“A shared evening wrapped around her silhouette”.

Sometimes I like to write about the universe, the existence in between the stars and the rock - as all moves with a fluidity of patterns. Symmetry of breathing. Air to sea with dirt that grounds. How we ended up all here or where we all must go, a shadow thinness holds us close; so fragile - yet strong while stubborn hearts keep pounding on.

All could be foretold, while some believe devine design, my thoughts are on the black, it always pays back.

Hair so think, I must admit it’s flow as like the night dances between twinkling heights. Lovely eyes and music that taps. These are those moments we share and capture “stealing” pleasure from another embrace.

I am here waiting, there must be more if thoughts of entangled hearts - time is swinging along the axis of an arms rotation. Along the swing it never falters in a grand clock.

Decisions of trust, for love or health. Is this enough, or was summer over; another awaits to enjoy another.

More as always I dream of another.... ships do dock and do what they must.

To the stars beneath the blackest of nights, we devour stares from each other.

Friends, to lovers back to friends. It’s just time to enjoy the lust.

Oh what glorious pain when touching soft skin, full of life - like blood pumping over a nerve; senses consume all heaven can deliver.

“Notes of another voice in between heavens blanket of joy.”

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A Fleeting sight!

I never thought of the sound of my heart as a ghost haunting my concisious - missed feelings with a future, darkened by a hidden peice. The love will never flow through the water, trickling creek as it flows down the mountain as if the constant pounding of time moves it onward to the ocean.

Much of the flow evaporates on the journey, dried up as a unspoken word. Never shared or mention ‘“love”....

I know that the time is to follow you towards the sound. The haunting. The sound will always be silent, goes the man who loves you, blocked out of the tender soul’s retreat.

“A heart is silent” - nothing heard all gone towards the dark.

You’re never going to see the love that was left on the table as a hand well played but never shown. Folding too soon and settle for the reflection of a mirror, filled by a dull film on its glassy shine in return.

“No smile shown in its reflection”.

Changes never made, time made it older and now I am aging (thinking of my last words)... painful reflections on the back side of the mirror.

“No one looks behind it to see through the view”.

All pretty words just to say.... like an unplanted rose... moving onto another hoboes ride without a ticket.

Lords cry.... never did ask for a lot.

Found friends and lost a few - the poeple are all confused but wake up anyways. Another dark is becoming light.

Feeling the heat as the fleeting sky reverberates the lines between what was never said.

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I like looking into your eyes, intense blue and beautiful. And your heat of touching your skin, it’s so positive caressing your arm and touching you, as though you have a wave of energy.

The way light bends around you, as though the particles know they must observe beauty and respect nature’s best... an absolute model of Eve. Not the first souls intertwined and drawn to each other as if all is meant to be connected (2).

Tell me you want in. Want true love and endless passion... the experience.

Time is at the end for waiting steps need to be placed forward of each foot.

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I like looking into your eyes, intense blue and beautiful. And your heat of touching your skin, it’s so positive caressing your arm and touching you, as though you have a wave of energy.

Tell me you want it, want to be along for the ride and love out your true love....

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Love...

It’s a shameful four letter word.

Make me believe again...

See! I was right.

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A beautiful Star

The eye is full of stars which make our soul into the beings, that which you are.

Love the life we have and trust those who fill it with joy.

Mothers and sons, binds our kind with strands, all intertwined for purpose and love.

Keep safe not far, a journey ends while your new path begins.

Know I your son, am who you are. Built by a woman who gave passion and love to become a souls split from same cloth.

The kind we are, now living out time, a true gift - all revolving from before.

Have the peace and remember a bond the path is laid I will join in my pace.

Love, beyond the stars.

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Attraction of bodies, mind and matter - to sense a smell of another soul that fits its pattern of being. Share a moment, taste each other hidden secrets shared to those who hint at being the one. Moving to a night, morning, day or year and life of Passion... can there be a unit of two that have such a friend ship to be at the level where they intertwine together for freedom to express the moment together... feel a touch to excite emotions of likeness.

“I want to be lost in your hair, as you straddle over top, as you consume me for your needs”.

To forget the imbalance of science and entrust to fate - to live for a moment.

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Can I call or talk?

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Love you... love you...love you...love you...miss...