I love the way…
The sound of your heartbeat
humming against my eardrum
as I lay intertwined within you,
toes touching, arms wrapped,
skin to skin, breathes slowed…
Lulls me to sleep without fail.
Where Words Whisper
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
I have enjoyed your poetry today. This one is so good.
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Thank you so much! Also, thanks for re-blogging ‘kisses’. It means a lot coming from a fellow poet. Looking forward to reading your work.
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You are welcome and I did enjoy your work.
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