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©-