Feel the curves
Of my existence.
Exhale my name
In anticipation.
Taste me,
Without any resistance.
Use your tongue
To talk to my flesh.
Conquer me
With your seduction.
Break me down
Into a single molecule,
And absorb all of me.
Be the poetry
To my blank page.
K
Beautifully expressed!
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Thank you π
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A poet’s prayer, the deepest desire to be heard and understood,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Thank you π i will take a look x
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Stunning. ….followed u
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Thank you z
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Welcome
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Nice one. …Following you !
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Early Sunday morning, every sense awakened, blank page awaits, breath exhaled, mind wanders, her words, permeating in, touching where hope and life begins.
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Aww that is so beautiful xx
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I assumed naively that is what I was doing.
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π x
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Love this βΊ
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Thank you xx
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Stark. Primal. Hot.
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Haha you just described me in 3 words, thank you x
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