His fingers bitting themselves off; itching like a suffering from cleptomania. His skin superfluously stretches, big enough to fit three of him - he looks ridiculous - you should have seen his face. Anxious, but he felt safe. He felt at home in the warmth of her gaze... His feelings gave birth to thoughts, thoughts conferred ideas, ideas refined him, and he projected them until they reinforced him. Now his always prepared for her long unceasing gaze that nurtures exceedingly.
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Author:
Abu Aeesh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: She did it without trying...
- Category: Love
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