Slowly
In the clutch
Of her arms.
Hopes take
A steady birth,
In the sweetness
Of her talk.
Gravity is nill
By the side
Of her neck.
Body is afloat
By the aid of
A peck.
Vaccum in here,
Her hand is
On my chest.
By the shine in
Her eyes...
My darkness is
Done away with.
Light years is
How she measures
Her longing.
Supernova attack
For her rage is
Befitting.
She's a
Multiverse of
Feels and storms.
Reels and norms.
Of passion and
Luring forms.
She's Galactus...
While stars play her
Pleasing charms.
I'm just lucky
To sit side by..
At the mercy of
A woman,
How wouldn't,
The wine taste fine?
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