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Memory of Pleasure
For too long we have existed apart,
Walls and roadblocks living up to their names,
Yet a spark of you still gives me a start,
Transforms these old embers back into flames.
How much time has passed since I saw your face
Or felt the warmth of our skin intertwine?
There are certain truths one cannot replace
And for sure, lover, you are one of mine.
I smile, soak in my lack of regret,
Yield to sensation I cannot measure,
Surrender to what I will not forget,
Swaddled in my memory of pleasure.
Why would I have it any other way?
You shall be with me till my dying day.
Beautiful sonnet . . .
Beautiful sonnet . . .
Starward
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Starward