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Wally's Words: Ascension - a poem

Wally's Words: Ascension - a poem

You take me

No you make me

Ah this feeling so elating

No debating

How long I’ve been waiting

To be

To soar

Set goals

Let our souls ascend

As friends

And then

Descend

As lovers

Baby girl… You make me High

Sky Scarpers and Lear Jets

Penthouse settings

Not there yet

So close we can feel it

So…we…climb

With aspirations of thin air

Soft clouds

Heavens steps

We take short breath

Amazed when realized exactly how

High

But as we fall again

Grip me

Seek your protection

Find it in me

Air fills those doubts

Our altitude begins to decrease

You release

Oh baby nothing can beat

This

High

Free falling is less appealing

We are more dancing on the ceiling

Of the earth

Left foot first

Follow me

Yes baby lets glide

We could’ve gone fast

But what a waste

Lets just pace

Let our bodies

Sway together

Savor every second of this drop

Don’t ever stop

Sweet kisses on your neck

Two birds

Making Love in the Sky…

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