… missing
the taste,
lips
brushing
lips,
scribbling odes,
fingertips
drizzling
scribbles,
on bare skin:
my muse,
you,
eternally
you,
my muse,
a constant,
inescapably
hewn,
into
the fabric
of my soul,
evergreen,
entwined as one …
The passionate kind of love. 🙂 Beautifully penned. 🙂
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thank you ever so much. deeply appreciated.
Peace and Equality and Love and Respect and Justice for All ✌ ✊ 👍
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Oh it’s a pleasure. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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😊👍✌✊
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Oh this is just filled with so much love and passion..
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thanks my friend … if you don’t have, scribble it, I say 😆
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