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Shadow in my hand.
Light at my fingertips.


Salt taste.
A reminder I am flesh.
Shadow in my hand.
Light at my fingertips.


Salt taste.
A reminder I am flesh.
  Mar 8  Paul Wonderful
rinnette

It would be your fingers
Gently trailing my back
That drives me crazy
With every touch

It would be your lips
Slowly travelling across my skin
That sends those breaths escaping
With every kiss

It would be your words
Breathing into my ears
That gives me satisfaction
With every whisper

It would be your love
Penetrating from your body to mine
That increases my heartbeat
With all that we have going on inside

#be   #it   #would  

although a stone is still a stone the water shapes it

the feeling of
wondering if
I should have made a move
when I obviously could have
is like bitter afterthought

while

I at the same time
wonder why my fate made me not make me
make a move


trust fate

it is approaching 1:11
time for wishes
to see
if my pee is gold

Approximately 30 people
will look at my heart
considering it worthy
maybe 1 or 2 heart notifications
if I am lucky
3

why do I care?

one time in history
at one time
and one space
there was that one moment
that would have been perfect
for me
and for you
for ever

looking for
eternal love
fearing
to find it

knowing that

if I did
I would give my life
to be
at two places at once

 
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