I touched you for the very first time.
I've been waiting for this day.
When our lips met it was sublime;
I would have it no other way.

I caressed your face,
And held your hand;
My perfect place,
My "Promised Land."

Beautiful body; soft skin.
Gorgeous eyes;
Our love shall begin.
But so shall my demise

Although, love is the slowest form of suicide;
That's not what my heart tells me.
That's not what I feel inside.
You make me too happy
For that to be true.
I should know;
I love you..
 
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