Love begins with infatuation
in the land of the free,
this wonderful nation
that guarantees
life, liberty and
the pursuit of a new lover.
What a wonderful situation,
eyes make contact
skin tingles
heartrates clumb
bodies connect.
They're not in love
they're infatuation.
They're in for
a roller coaster ride
up and down, in and out,
over and under
over and over
till dawn
or till it dawns on them
that they're infatuated,
not in love.
Then what?
Coney Island or
Fantasy Island?
In love in the
land of the free
and the home of
the lonely.
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I loved this. I'll have to confess that I laughed at the the Coney Island/Fantasy Island part. I'm not really sure why, but I liked it. :)
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