instinct
the hands of your thoughts took the hands of my thoughts looking for companionship 𓇼 the exuberant light of your eyes got entwined natural in the untamed light of my eyes 𓇼 the champaigns, valleys, and mountains of my body are uttering unuttered poems 𓇼 happiness knows to exert in our lust and longing, the vocal cords' instinct of our most sacred gift, — 𓇼 (life…)