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amy-mccarthy
amy-mccarthy
Scotland. I can never trust my self.
Broken angel wings, burning in the sky. Little angel don’t you cry, though your wings will never fly. Broken body hits the ground. Not a whimper, not a sound. Clouds gather, gray and dull. Their rain is like a breathless lull. You’ve fallen now, your grace you’ve lost. You fell in love, you paid the cost. For love, you said, I’ll give my grace! The tears are streaming down your face. But you will live, safe from harm, a human life, in the embrace of loving human arms.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
Broken Angel Wings
My heart goes prestissimo! As thoughts swirl round my mind. This weary soul seeks you. In which abode will I find?    A lustful sight  – you naked before my eyes.    Flesh wrapped in skin  – yours against mine.    Lie down my love;    Let us dine. As I gently push my lips against thine ears and whisper:    You are my Aphrodite...      Take me to ecstatic heights.    Let me kiss you endlessly...     Soft.        Hard.           But each passionately.    Let me hide in your warmth...      Till I reach your soul.          Till I feel its glow.      Till this fantasy fall.   Till my reality calls.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
Daydreamer.
*facing our feelings experiential release soothing the psyche*
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
The Seat of Awareness