Revealing id,
without ego, and hunger.
I may not touch
you ever, placing my palm
down face on the burning candle.
Step by step I come
near you and move away
collecting my pins.
The medallion still hangs
in the cleavage.
You will throw your head
backward and laugh in misty chimes.
The skiagram shows the increased
vascularity. Would you come
if I don't call you?
We will smell together
the parting lips, trying to say
love, but unannounced.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2019 19:57
- Category: Nature
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This is breath taking.i try to read all of your posts.they are always something to read over and over with many meanings in most of them.anyway.thank u for your place on this site
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