Magic
- María Grand
- 19 août 2015
- 1 min de lecture
Speak to me of magic
The real magic of real love
No facsimile non-attachment
Just the really real thing
Your real lips on my real lips
And my real thighs in your real hands
The real openness in my readiness
Magic when you come close to me
The pain of the pleasure
Because it’s so close, and so fine
So complete, so specifically chosen
Undertaken possibilities and blank minds
The feeling of your touch
When everything you do feels right
Every second is eternal
All thoughts infinitely mercurial
When you hold my thighs in your hands
It will be perfect readiness
The appeal of our bodies so close
Our souls merging into one breath
Perfectly united in the magic
The mystic flow that has evidently
Been specifically chosen
For us to breathe as one
Inspiring life through our lungs
And breathing the creation of a new soul
The dual identity of our spirits
The real purity of our construction
With every act of love deepening
The purity of our bond with the ALL
Ever-lasting, unchanging timelessness
Forever bound with the Universe
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