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Peering through a bead of morning dew, on the other side upside down I see you staring down into the sky.       
 Spilling your milk into my atmosphere, filling up my conscious with your desires unrest.
Blessing the ground with every step you take as if your feet were cross's.
At a loss for words as your finger cross my heart. I hope this isn't a dream. Am I still alive.
Never thought I'd hear my heart cry separately from my mind. But of joy of your touch, from the bliss of your kiss and its everlasting impression on my skin.