How perfect the moment, as
none before have ever been
an encounter labeled as complete,
a climax of fantasy impulses
drawn from deep within.

Each sense charged to capacity with
electrifying imagery, charting unexplored
passions of the mind the fury, the force
explained as free will joined by explosions of dormant emotions, volcanic, gentle, and kind.
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An exact stage can never be duplicated
for reasons beyond the sphere to understand
the writers of scripts entitled special
moments are charged by fate to write
only upon destiny’s command.

Take then this feeling and guard
and savor it as a moment past;
to recapture is impossible, only
the thought and not the moment
will forever last.
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-Refel Rushing©-