I never dreamed back in grade school

we'd reunite in later middle age

and--none the worse for wear--the fires would still

be burning hot and bright--

it never ends does it?

you're absolutely steaming--

so unreasonably hot

the mere thought of you lifts my head

in full throbbing vigor--

good Lord woman--

there is no end to your allure--

there is no end to your magnetism--

there is no end to the lust you excite

or the love that lifts it to holy aspiration--

oh the world is resolved in your arms

if only for this moment

in my mind--

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