I consume all liquids from the sun's nurturing orb.
I greedily finish all that's left, and leave anything else to stay, shrivel, and eventually die.
The fields are healthy and green, the scratches they keep on my skin remind me that I'm still breathing, still feeling.
I see the blue oceanic vibrancy in your eyes and it makes me grateful that I can still manage things like being alive.
You kiss me softly, lips conjoined in such honesty.
I want to cry.
Everything is exactly like how I envisioned, blissfully at peace, an artistic vision I could never see coming true, a reality faithful, no cruelty behind these walls.
We entangle ourselves in each others' hands, I pour myself into you, shamelessly, without a single regret crossing through my mind.
Things couldn't be more ideal, swimming in lakes, drinking from rivers, staring up a clouds, the transcendental philosophy couldn't have painted me so well.
Perfectly sculpted, a definition for earthly beauty, basking in all it's forth coming.
I'm so glad I get to share this with you.
Forever at last, a simplistic way to gasp out all your pleasure and leave the dark, sadistic, view from every seeing witness.
Alone, and far from critics.
I want to lay on your chest, hear the waves collapse on to the shore, and slowly fall into the subconscious that will protect me.
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