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As I As I breathe the air of our love, I float on buoyant clouds of joy. I hover above the ground. I glide in the poetry of emotion. As I hold your lithe loveliness, I touch a sweet mist of elation. I sense the essence of gladness. I caress the reality of your being. As I merge with your being, I become one with your spirit, I know your deepest, inner life, I feel your glowing love for me. As I savor the sweetness of your soul, I taste the fullness of your mouth, I am inebriated by your nectar. I stagger, intoxicated by your love. As I mingle with your memories, I see our unity on display. I resonate with pleasing music. I reverberate our potent melody. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By greyerbaby

Cupid's Arrows Arrows Cupid's arrows fly at will, Seeking hearts to wound and thrill. The object of a heart's desire, a soul, ablaze with burning fire. No one knows when love will come, or which direction the arrow's from. So we sit and watch and wait, until the arrow strikes; true and straight. The arrows fly toward their marks, wounded hearts, flying sparks. Hearts, bruised, raw and sore, bursting love, wanting more. Beating, pulsing, throbbing true, beloved reaches, bleeding through. So we love and ache and care, because the arrows reach us there. Cupid's art affects us all, big, little, great or small. Hearts, blinded, made deaf, too. Love's power pierces through, deep inside of me and you. Boring deep, turning screw. No one left, all have known love has found us all alone. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  image:  Léon Bazille Perrault [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons