I have been lost
In your eyes for
A thousand lives it seems.
You weave a spell with every breath
And with lips,
Oh so light,
Leave a trail of fire
Upon
My
Skin.
Between us there is no
Memory
Of beginning.
There is only
Sublime existence.
Jan5
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Chole Into Diamonds 
Happy New Year!
Benjamin! Thank you:-) Happy New Year to you as well.
You’re welcome. Thanks 🙂