We Made Fireworks

 

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The poem speaks on a intimate moment between I and a loved one. And what that moment symbolised “fireworks”. I remember the first time our two souls connected, not only mentally or spiritually but physically. It was something I longed for, oh it was worth the wait. It was beautiful, full of passion, sensuality and tenderness.

It was a act of worship, as I worshiped him and he worshiped me. Blessing the bed with our essence. Time passed by peacefully, no interruptions. Allowing us to get to know each other, bond in this sweet haven we created. We created fireworks, so many fireworks, setting them off as we go. Making beautiful light, beautiful colours which complimented our brown skin.

We sure did make fireworks.

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