Thinking about how nice it would be
to hold your hand on ecstasy;
float in and out of reality,
snakes between the veil.
Your secrets call out to be heard
off your tounge, they roll out blurred.
When every fear has been deterred
the silence left is bliss.
Every touch is tantalizing;
all the beauty, almost blinding.
Whisper words of ancient bindings,
eternal wisdom for two.
Thoughts so fast and evanescent
you have to wonder if it's a figment
but nothing is so eminent
than you and me on ecstasy.















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Miles
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