your soft honeyed lips
whispered
little secrets
and sweet lies
my ears stretched
and strained
longing for more
my heart knew better
still I ached
musical lyrics or
lines of poetry
I listened
wishing each word
was true
I inclined myself to you
hoping
dreaming
one day lies
would become
truth
so press those lips
to my neck again
let me dream little secrets
in the dark
all alone
tara caribou | ©2020
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Well that is one way of putting it!
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I’m a very literary guy ❤
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Oh I know 😉😁
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Very beautiful and evocative ❤💜❤💜
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Thank you!
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you’re very welcome 😊
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Love the feel, the flow of this.
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Thanks so much Eric.
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So nostalgic.
It just goes to show that sometimes we know what’s good (or bad) for us, but it doesn’t mean that we don’t want it anyway.
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That’s it exactly!
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