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Such deep slow pungent joy. Enough to wallow in. Enough to let it flow freely between lovers and back again. Joy is something you taste, feel, smell, and hear. It is in the skin, and in the eyes. It’s the wind as it blows your hair. Every touch, every turn of the head, every glance, every step. Every flick of the hand and every smile thought unseen. Such such brightness. Such freedom. Such rich deep connection. Wherein you describe you love in colors, turquoise and orange. I memorized you skin. I made maps with my fingertips. We were full one another. When we kissed planets got their names. When we kissed we were no longer two. We were one. You are a part of my. You are tattooed on my skin, soul, You are tied to me. The mind remembers everything.
