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Susan K. Rowse

Love's Gravity

Its everything I can do to even attempt to have leverage with this emotion.
My feet soar and my heart is even higher than my feet.

I feel the gravity tug at my blonde strands...the wave as each follicle folds as I'm lifted by this love.

The pleasure...the utmost freedom of spirit...the air between my legs as they collapse into this cushion of dreams...this magic carpet of passion.

My eyes lay back and I soar further into the clouds...this wonderful angora mattress of pleasures...this aroma that wakens my senses and feeds my thirst...

Where did this come from?

Love?

Its all magic.

Isn't it?

Treasures, unmistakeble treasures so priceless that the value isn't measured...but felt, ached...yearned.

Suddenly there's this urge to free fall as your arms open to comfort my descent.

Wait for me...don't move...

Don't spill a drop.

I love you with eternal passion and heart.