soft lips,
a flowers kiss.
soft hands,
the moonlights touch.
quiet moans,
a summer breeze.
widened eyes,
a desperate plea.
to hold you is to be at calm,
a hand inside my lovers palm.
to see you is to be at ease,
to need not fight the urge to flee.
i cannot help these summer thoughts,
of magic, fantasy, our hearts.
and even all the gods above,
cannot dissipate this love.
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Language of Mine
Poetrypoetry to kill my dreams some of it is boring can't remember which ones are my favorites
