Never
Come What May
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The moon. The moon like a big round silver face hovering in the heavens. The heavens so full and eternal, an all-encompassing blanket scattered with diamond and pearls. Oh, if I could, I would pluck the stars and the moon for you. I would set you in their place and let the light of your beauty fill the expanse of night. Darkness would turn weak with desire and we below would curse the day for robbing your beauty from the world. The sun would burn full of jealousy for her warmth is nothing against the warmth of your smile and her brightness seems crude against the pure light of love you shine.
When the wind blows, it is your whisper I hear. When the sparrow sings, it is your sigh. Cherry blossoms are the sweet smoothness of your skin. Your buttock is like two summer's peaches, so ripe and heavy on the bow. Jasmine drifting on the breeze is the musk of our lovemaking. The distant roll of thunder reminds me of artillery firing at dawn. The wild ram, bleating madly and beating his horns against another's is like your husband beating down the door as I run away. A hyena's laughter, insane and screeching, reminds me of your desi stalker.
My love, my life, my muffie.
When the wind blows, it is your whisper I hear. When the sparrow sings, it is your sigh. Cherry blossoms are the sweet smoothness of your skin. Your buttock is like two summer's peaches, so ripe and heavy on the bow. Jasmine drifting on the breeze is the musk of our lovemaking. The distant roll of thunder reminds me of artillery firing at dawn. The wild ram, bleating madly and beating his horns against another's is like your husband beating down the door as I run away. A hyena's laughter, insane and screeching, reminds me of your desi stalker.
My love, my life, my muffie.
