Breathing

Rising tides of goodness,

It feels wondrous to be me finally.

 

The sweet pleasure bartered.

Breathless and serene

The event, a splash of hormones tickling me blissfully.

Dancing butterflies playing in my insides,

I feel complete.

It is no love for you and me.

Plain joie de vivre

You bring me immense felicity.

Now I can breathe.

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