Little romance on earth,
The expansive waters have lost emotions,personified.
Hills and mountains have forsaken shadows of affection,allegory.
Web-sites have phased books out of expressions,e-words replacements,pun.
For that reason,
We teleport to the clouds in real time.
Speaking in fathomable boggling words,oxymoron.
Doing it perfectly as though a novice,simile.
Touching moulded pleasure spots as Auguste on Liberty,allusion.
Kissing keeping you high with intoxicating saliva,alliteration,assonance,hyperbole.
You're here above the world but I'm taking you there,foreshadowing.
Male and female hidden organs humane flow,analogy.
I'm the waist line your prime time ticking until your bells ring,onomatopoeia.
Up,up! To that epitomal point of pleasure utterely unstoppable,climax.
Our actions melt our skins dripping faucets,metaphors.
We descend majestically onto the pink-redish clouds,
Set next to eachother watching the sunset,
Absorb in and away the scene we just ended,begot by faithful love.
Imagination overcame creativity,
I discovered thee amongst them and married you into my kingdom in the clouds above the world.
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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