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Just playing around with a poem of mine I wrote.
My late night tongue flow:
You verbally tantalize every curve of my mind.
Moments turning into hours,
hours feeling like days.
At those moments, you are mine.
No one conversation seeming the same,
you feed my soul with your movement, with your expression, with your thoughts...and have
taken me to a another level of intellectual, sensual, satisfaction.
I become lost in my own words as I sing a song, nothing close to the innocence of a lullaby
But the sound of love when doves cry
We stare into each others eyes.
Tears of ecstasy fall from my face.
Seems as though we are traveling through realms of each others soul.
©Estetika Exposure: Art by AmW