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Like Quicksand

Updated: Dec 17, 2020

On solid ground I stood

Firstly

Trying to mull over the idea

Before the minute had passed

I wanted to changed my mind

Run away

Until I noticed

the sinking

For the core of my being covered my feet

Slowly

Like quicksand

Frantically moving to release myself

Quickly I am waist high

I sank further into you

Fear caused me to panic

Create scenarios of sensuous spirits

Unable to behold this crave

Or the constant thought of you

Got you all over my mind

Apprehension now encompassing my mood

As the sinking continued

Suffocated by your pure light

Until able to confess the truth

That I love you


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