The Sublime

I want your million dollar soul. I want that smile that is more precious than gold. I want the untouchable might of heaven with every touch of your fingers. I want the smell of life in the lingering scent of your passing. I want to look into the cosmos of your eyes and drift into infinite nothingness. I want to feel the thunder of your heart as your honey suckled lips press to mine. I want our bodies combined with no sense of time. I want the sublime. But what do I have to offer you?

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