My heart speeds like a that of a race car driver
zipping around that final lap
Knuckles white as I grip the steering wheel
face flush with excitement
Perfumed beads of sweat, pouring down my neck
Your touch is fire, your sparkling, blue eyes
ignite the flames that envelope me
Wrapped up together beneath a soft, warm blanket
The intense and bittersweet agony
of passion’s longing soon to be satisfied
Only to return again and again
with searing heat and sweet surprise
I’m as high as a cat rolling around on a bed of mice
No denying the world has gone mad
yet we hide away safe and cozy in our private paradise
and raise our glasses high
to the wonderous gift of life
Should we live or should we die
it will be in one another’s arms tonight
Eternity stretches in every direction
before us and behind us
vaster than the billions of shimmering stars in the sky
as we love fiercely, unfettered, completely
All fears and sorrows eased by love’s soothing touch
Our internal critics silenced by tender words of acceptance
Every moment morphs into one moment and every moment together
is the best moment of our lives.
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