They both sneak.
They both sneak in and out of their visions
and their thoughts
for their own behalf,
so as to infuse their minds with higher love thoughts,
hoping to stir a higher love energy,
so that they could then come together and form a wonderful synergy,
where two souls join and mates
and they call it soulmates.
And where kisses feel like surreal dreams,
and halo surrounds like invisible beams,
but real as the magical day,
like feelings that just won't go away,
but stays and basks in forever's short moments,
wishing for more of eternity's erotic enjoyments
with you and ONLY YOU;
so let us prove the world false and us true.
And again they both sneak in and out of their visions
and their thoughts,
infusing their minds with higher love thoughts,
stirring a higher love energy,
and they come together and form a wonderful synergy,
where two souls join and mates
and they call it soulmates.
mark anthony st. rose
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-to-my-sister-diane/
