Let me find your inner world,
The place where we collide
Softly, beneath willow boughs
With kisses on the breeze.
Touch me;
Map the rivers of my veins
Across my dewdrop skin,
Trace with your pliant fingertips
The marks of my old sin -
Make a mark of your own,
And love me for what's within.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2020 15:14
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Very nice too, if I may be so bold...
Neville
Super loving write.
Andy
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