Blossoms weave their vines round and round my hand,
Completely silent, just breath.
Yours and mine, intertwined.
Like a windstorm, intense and dangerous.
But almost a playful breeze.
Penetrate my soul,
Completely, feel me.
Pink silk,
Surrounding me,
Caressing my skin,
Keeping up a rhythm,
Like the heart beat of two lovers.
Beating, beating,
Like the drums of war,
Tearing at my flesh,
Ripping out my heart,
Just to bring me back to life.
There’s vanilla beaches,
Pink sunsets,
In paradise
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