Lagoon

Hours pass by as we wrestle like jungle cats in our forest of pillows and sheets
Our movements are fiery and each kiss lands upon the bare skin like a firecracker
We search through the vegetation for one another
Until our lips embrace and our bodies appear to be floating in space
Knickknacks and cups resemble the asteroid belt as our ghostly bodies
Blindly travel across the mysterious realm with only our touch to guide us
I’m terrified of the deep blue destination, so you grasp my hand
And lead me instead to your comfortable and melodious abode

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