fire caught the words in my throat
as I rested in your arms my angel man
we drifted in suspense
our hearts loud like thunder
yet we were cocooned in comforters
of bliss
and words were an unwelcome diversion
in our own heaven
I was lost in the scent, the feel of you
my eden, happy oblivion
contour of your hand in mine
your lips were divine
summer air wafted as roses boiled
in the summer sun
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