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 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Traveler
In the back lands
Of desperation
Where wayward spirits
Are swept away
I go there when I grow weary
We all get lost and rearranged
....
Traveler Tim
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Traveler
We still share
Memories
I hold mine dear
I wish I'd never
Crossed you there
Still, in the end
You were never
Really mine
Except for these
Memories
You left behind
................
Traveler Tim
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Pagan Paul
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Once upon a time
my quill danced across your skin
as raindrops on a blade of grass.
The ink spilled like tears,
words formed around your beauty
tracing the curves of a Goddess.

Once upon a time
my heart flirted with your love
as bees above a flower head.
The feelings poured like honey,
caresses formed around your beauty
crying and caring for a Woman.

Once upon a time
my body moved with your body
as waves on a lonely beach.
The pleasure flowed like water,
tides formed around your beauty
ebbing the moans of a Lover.

Once upon a time...



© Pagan Paul (2017)
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