we fly
in the heavens
swooping
wingtip to wingtip
seeking fantasies
together
exploring
the visceral
the erotic
the mundane
clouds of joy
joined by our dreams
we glide
relishing
our shared collection
building the
clouds higher
stronger
glorious
pampering our love
we soar
the moist coolness
of the clouds
envelops us
making it real
then
the caged guinea pigs
of our minds
spin their wheels
furiously
spreading away
the wisps of cloud
we fall
reaching out
grasping in vain
passing our creations
quickly disappearing
clouds of love
we land
safely
two feet on solid ground
our dreams
a faint memory
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