Perfect desire needing nothing to grant its own release. Perfect desire feeding perfect peace. Zero friction with pride and principle, the real space beyond all inside and out, more like a sea and the heroes’ voyage across it to the far shore, the golden fleece hung on a spar brought home to the marble hall. Perfect desire perfectly clean, leaves no trash in its wake, no creased concience, no obscene backlash from a whore’s tongue. Perfect desire, the perfect fight. No wounds to heal or scars to hide among the trophies of war. Me Tarzan Me from mars, me your knight in shining white armour. Perfect desire perfect law; unwritten, unspoken, never breaks the perfect heart or faults its perfect beat. Perfect desire makes a perfect light. Heat and fire without smoke and ash, takes one perfect unfaltering stride across the night to meet the stars in heaven’s vault. Perfect desire. Perfect love, perfect bride of our duel nature. Perfect desire, creation’s seed which never died. Universe fuel. God’s gas tank. Kerosene for the great ride. Rightest of the rightest stuff. Just a teeny drop between the cracks falling from a great height is always enough.Birth sign: Libra
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