Looking into your eyes as if turned to stone
My chest pounding with vigor
I kiss down between your thighs
Each moan and sign more beautiful than a song
Tasting your sweet ambrosia
This must be what immortality feels like
I don’t want it to end
"My first poem in a long long time. I was also drunk."
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Looking into your eyes as if turned to stone
My chest pounding with vigor
I kiss down between your thighs
Each moan and sign more beautiful than a song
Tasting your sweet ambrosia
This must be what immortality feels like
I don’t want it to end