am i caught in the moment, or is the moment caught in me?
a centered mind and free spirit are in constant battle as nature takes its course
Is there a chemical equation for butterflies frolicking inside me when our eyes meet, or thoughts of you play in my mind?
Nevertheless I have no need of it.
Nor of time; for what matter of seconds add up to when passion and comfort so effortlessly intertwine.
my body yearns for yours, to end in a restful slumber.
Where did this creature come from that seems to count all reserves irrelevant?
Am I simply caught in a beautiful moment, or is the moment, for only a moment, caught in me?
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