This Love

I want to breathe her like air,

taste her like honey,

eat her like a pineapple,

sweet and tender,

soft and succulent,

juicy and ripe;

I want to feel her like the ocean waves,

absorb her like the morning sun,

touch her infinite energy,

while we laugh,

while we run,

while we cry;

I want her memories,

her thoughts,

her past,

mix them with my own,

until we become one;

this love humbles me,

this love brings me to my knees,

staggers my mind and soul,

this love silences me,

this love fills me,

like a mighty river,

overflowing its banks,

covering the scarred and broken land,

this love spews forth,

pumping like liquid gold,

into the soft smooth opening of her

moist wet silky fields;

this love overwhelms me,

this love fulfills me,

this love completes me;

this love consumes me.

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