Confessions long poem

Uploaded by Dale Ratcliff

“Molly confession”

My Molly confession
Best in love
In love I stay with you
A message long over due
My baby
You excite me
Lovingly taking Molly
Enhancing a love between
Us is where I want to be
Seeing you truly
Wholly mistaking the love
I thought we had
Glad knowing in this light
I see right through you
In pursuit I meet you in the astral
Past all the cosmos
Into nebulas
Galaxies converting softly
Turning worlds within your heart
Being part of your life
Symbolically making you my wife
And my husband
Because within us both, us men
We love till no end
Till cows come home
Shown in the metaphysical
You are the one for me
Created, and somberly jaded
As the pace we set detests the ego
Letting go as I shift between awake and dream
Or laying somewhere in between
Contemplating things only seen through an eye singularly
Designed to shine light into the world
And into you
My baby,
Lie next to me while rolling
I see you are all I need
Soft chiming the sound of your snore
Living with you manifesting abundance and much more
Creating creations stationed on our instagrams demanding the applause of an audience watching our every move
I choose
Or should I say we choose
Choosing love in a way never explored before
Much more than a thought
My Molly confession
Lets me speak freely
Seeing and understanding this love
This love Is celestial
Celestial beings being present
I love you
And I know it’s love because
During the state of my altered rate of thought
All I see is you
True to you and nothing more
Nothing more but being true to you
And I stay true to you and nothing more
Nothing more

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