Soul-Mates

What would it be like in the arms of your soul mate? Can mere words describe such a moment it time?

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1. Soul Mates

In her arms,

I fit neat

A matter of fact,

Her lips are sweet

Our drums beat,

A rhythm we keep

We slip and slide in heat

Hands touching,

Eyes inter locking

Moving but not intruding,

It is my will,

That I am losing

More than a friend or lover,

She and I,

In the act that creates another

Our souls rise,

Our inhabitations die

We melt together

Holding each other

Sweet words pass from one to the other 

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