Never do I want
the taste of you to wash from my lips
nor your breath from my ear
nor the paths your fingertips trace
up and down my skin
But time steals it away from me
making the present
the past.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2017 21:50
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Aaaaah somebody magic crossed your path. What a lovely way to write about their presence. Quite beautiful.
Magic seems to be the only way to describe it. Thank you
And 'never do I want' to stop reading your poems!
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