Your eyes sketch skies,
a silken canvas.
Your touch,
the smell of your hair,
seduces me,
in an avalanches of curls.
Our kisses like tributaries fanning out, eroding life’s cold hard stone.
In your arms,
in the shadows of your form,
I am whole,
I am never alone.
Wow. Wow. π
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oh shush now man π too kind my sister
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What goes on in that mind of yours… Teach them how to say it. π
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lol eish
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Brilliant!
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