Intensity driven, thoughts drift in and out of you as tendrils lace around my heart. Countdown begins breathing new life and rebirth of an almost spiritual nature. Such is you. Sunken in deep as my nails to your back echos what you have done to my soul. It is the old ways of viewing life that have no hold. It is the new ways of love that hold the key to everything.
Us. Now. Always.
Move with me... move over me...
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