Only Love makes Perfect Sense
15 September 2015
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A whiff of your scent
Captures my aching nostrils
Signals our parting
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The taste of your lips
In heated argument roam
Provoking my own
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Your footsteps echo
As they slowly fade away
From my memories
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The glory of you
Between Dark and Light
Your faceless presence
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The feel of your hands
Deliberate and loving
Lost in our caress
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All this forever
Planted in our DNA
Fickle cell mutates
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Height of Senses: ache!
Within your torrid embrace
Height of Senses? Love!
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Forsake all Senses
Only Love makes Perfect Sense
Make it Only Sense
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