The love songs I sing are fantastical musings
about what life could be if we swept each other off our feet to the moon and basked weightlessly, unbound, and free in our favorite time of the day.
Yes. A hopeless romantic to the end.
See? I have this romantic notion...an idealistic thought if you will...or maybe just a silly idea that the depths of what we call our love be displayed as if it were fine art.
Agreed. A funny romantic notion.
Lately my daydreams have become reminisces and fantasies of repeats, do overs, and please lets do it agains of my vision. Our vision. Our existing deeply in love on a spiritual plane.
The motive behind the thoughts of how I access your mind, body, and soul reside outside the obvious walls in the boxes of lust, conquest, and physical consummation you've known.
My intentions are intricately crafted from moments in love, partnership, desire, the spirit and the need to make love to you from (inside your) head to (outside your) toes.
...but again, this is just a fantastically amusing, sentimentally idealistic, wandering reminisce of living free if love where we lived had really won and all were invited to celebrate how love hoped, believed, endured, and didn't fail.
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