The soul has much to say

Mindful rapture...










                    My breath






                    a kiss


                    I don't like

                    the way you move



                    the sheets


                    ...I love it


                    Drunken mirror

                    sips your image





                    I'm only

                    flesh and blood


                    without you





                    Autumn winds

                    your soft crown


                    My senses



                    It's all

                    your fault














                    keeps me

                    coming back


                    for more



                    my hand





                    We say



                    by saying



                    Give me

                    a moment


                    My heart's




                    of my reality





                    Lets run

                    into the sun






                    in eyes



                    by you











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