The soul has much to say

A sense of purpose...


Touch me
My soul, frayed
Fractured spirit,
kiss me again

Steel, muscles
Your eyes refine me
Heart, soft as a diamond
Cling to me...and never let go

Inhaling, promises
Exhaling, gratitude
Carrying you, in my arms
Telling strangers, our story

Kisses, upon your waist
Never said, I was innocent
Dancing to our song,
nocturnal concerto

It's about us
Who cares, what the world thinks

You gave me,  a moment in time
Breathing into me, a sense of purpose

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A sense of purpose...

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