you are my whirlwind,
keeping me suspended in your words everytime you speak,
encapsulated by the rhythm of your beating heart
and your heaving breasts,
no need for cotton wool
no need to pull you in from the tide
you are your own sail
distant lands hold no obstacles
but instead bring themselves to you
you being a land they wish to explore
this intriguing labrynth of constantly moving coggs
creative floods
and long living blood
you are the richest in the world
of love
of love
of love
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