With the beauty of your body
you transported me to Venus:
A constant Sunday afternoon
to share between the two of us.
You sledded into my heart
on a translucent, snowy day.
I started to curdle like milk
as my mind went astray.
Like purple colored jello,
I want to wiggle in your embrace.
I want to dive into your eyes
and live inside your face.
To be able to fly
throughout your flowing hair
I want to rap you with my arms,
and bite down on a succulent pear.
Crackling like a firework,
I become a finale of reason.
This love is a halcyon summer
and I don’t want a change in season.
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