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The boy is mine
by Maddy
He is my life
He believes in freedom
He is a man of pleasure, a man of eternal fire
I can't describe the volatile mix of joy and pain
He is demanding, commanding,
weaving my desires
Flame by flame, hypnotizing,
and the flesh on fire
He is the vivid illusions which
bind cornerstones of my very existence
He is tormenting me, terrifying me,
crossing me, drowning me
With deep, deep sea of the purest of pain,
ecstasy exploding within,
like a fallen star
He is describing me,
searching me, rejuvenating,
intertwining through the threads of the flesh
He is crazy, captivating,
stealing my dreams
Moving his hips, like a tidal wave scheme
Silent response, upon my open lips
Taking me, taking me,
here and there, and beyond
Chemical bond, electrostatic bond, Spiritual bond
He is completing me, questioning me,
dissecting me,
giving me a hint of what will be
He is indulging in me with his wild suspicions
Indulging in me, indulging in me.
He is giving me visions
Vision of the heavens
Because only in the union of love
can I see a heaven
That only saints and poets have imagined
I have fallen, like rains, like mist, like a star
Fallen in an abyss of love with him.
I'm his, he is mine, he is that moment forever in time
He is burning, am burning, forever, forever
He is mine.
THE END
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