spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Come near, my Love
Lay here in my arms
Let me hold you close
Stroke your face
Breathe you in
Absorb all that you are
Come near, my Love
I long to feel you
To stay in your embrace
Our bodies entwined
Full of passion
Made whole one within the other
Come near, my Love
I need you
To gaze into your lovely eyes
Your skin intoxicating
Your arms about me
Complete, happy once again
... from a silent space
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I really respect the way you give your writing a touch of exotic nuance. I like it.
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That is such a very nice compliment, thank you!
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You’re welcome. It’s very well done, I could not write like that.
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I don’t know… I really like your writings so… we’ll have to agree to disagree 😉
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Great writing 🙂
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That’s very kind of you to say. Thank you.
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Kind welcomes
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I think I’d rather be intoxicated than just down and dirty drunk, but there is not the same poetry in that, is there?
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