Sweeter dreams of milky passions she speaks.
She compliments the insight of what she sees in the light!
The wonder in her words – counting again.
I’m trying to recall the statement in her blessing!?
Going forward through 17 measures – which is poetically sung within the voices of melodic serenades.
She sings of a feeling, that pounds her heart so near.
As her rhythm is understood, by the choir of an audience, everyone sings in harmony.
The flow is begged by a craving for sugary islands and sweet drops of rain.
If this were a song it would be forbidden in the broadcasted notion of what is truly sacred.
Every part of syncopation no longer waits – it takes each chance to deal with the response.
The desires are fully dressed with unselfish luxury.
Dedicated: To The One -Who Embraced The Element Of My Longing // Her Name Is Behind The Camera.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 
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