As your lips linger
on the crook of my neck
I find myself with a lack
of sense and concentration
Losing track:
of time,
of reality,
of existence,
Completely entranced
by your every move,
And your warm breath
sending ripples of pure bliss
down my spine.
~L.Y
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Sorry for the late update!!! I've been 🏕 (camping) and honestly it was refreshing to have no signal.😄😄 Anyway tell me what you think...
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Muse
PoetryWe all meet that one person, an unfathomable soul, to whom our hearts belong to within our consent. And to me it will always be him-only him- my hearts most unyielding desire, the ineffable being and melody my heart beats to. My muse. ______________...
