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I want my kisses to burn a hole in your head
your body, pressed against mine
your moans and screams salvaging my ears
I want to make love to our memories....
Maybe someday our
kindred spirits will cross
paths and ignite our lonely
hearts we thought would never glow.
 Sep 2016 Alexis Walkes
Stephan
.

Like a tin roof

she shelters
my heart

for I know she
is near

when I hear the rain
Compact Poem Series
She talked about my poetry all the time
And she was my poetry all about

                                     ~Andy~
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