
Your voice puts my mind on such a symphonic wavelength,
that I could not live a day without hearing it.
My heart strains
having to leave your all encompassing warmth in the mornings.
And the way clothes lay on you, caressing your stout shoulders,
make you terrific to look at.
Your body being my greatest stimulant, your mind being my greatest muse,
I am utterly moved by you and the angelic composure that you’ve acquired.
It compares to world peace;
an anesthetic to provide me with inner tranquility.
My mental derivatives are cured by your seraphic smile
and your realistically positive outlook on existence,
my desideratum.
And, God, I am drained of denying my need for you.
About the Creator
Ana
I've been writing for a while but never thought it would amount to anything. Figured I would share some stuff :)



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