That smile of coy wanting
Envelops me again within your essence
A climbing inner warmth
To ease away all that is not you
The spilled ink of rapture
To blot out all but us
To lock our eyes
And urge sweet giggles
Like the trickling drops
of an overflowing fountain
Each move we make
Clinging to the other’s
Like a shadow
And we are that
Shadows
Always connected
Longing to rejoin within the perfect light
The Mewriginal 
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