Aim, steady, shoot, well you hit the mark.
The body crumbles at your feet,
Yours follows and they elegantly arc.
You hold on for dear life, terrified to let go,
The curves give way to infatuation,
The hill carries you, then it slows.
You lay side by side taking it in,
And laugh like it’s going out of style.
Such ecstasy, love deep within.
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Submission Name: Rolling Down Hills
