This...will never come
again.
Yes we may meet familiar in the
distance of tomorrow.
Yet this...
This perfect taste of shared moments
passing sweet against the lips.
This...
The breath falling in singular
union of our met desires.
This...
Our fingers trailing to the final curve of
every pleasure offered.
This...stands alone in the briefness of
its passage.
And once gone...this...will never come
again.
Love,
Eric
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