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My Words I weave to be just a whispers’ lingering caress Tormenting, Bitter Sweet thoughts that make you burn at feeling such The wishes cast, but not granted that make you shiver over less The briefest touch Words, that speak of all unspoken desires oft what a Heart's Hopes and the Mind rightly Fears That nightmare in the making, speaking truth amongst avid Liars That Healer, Sinner and Saint, who wounds you deep but dries your tears For a vision of thy sweet face compels my pen, my deeds Still that vision leads my words to fall upon thy screen Before thine eyes, to serve thy needs Yet still for but my minds eye you remain unseen Between Breath & Touch Strides a whispered Caress Across endless plains Of Dream not much Past the blind denial of less Beyond the seasons of a thousand dreams and desires My words fall seen and felt but unheard Bitter sweet they may be and easily kindle passion's fires They torment and delight, caressing your heart, mind and soul with each word Subtle song, resonating rhythm unclear intent Desire a sourcing fire as the words serenade the heart For the bitter sweet seduction of words the body will lament They are but a start -Wes Noneya-
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
Words I weave...
My Words I weave to be just a whispers’ lingering caress Tormenting, Bitter Sweet thoughts that make you burn at feeling such The wishes cast, but not granted that make you shiver over less The briefest touch Words, that speak of all unspoken desires oft what a Heart's Hopes and the Mind rightly Fears That nightmare in the making, speaking truth amongst avid Liars That Healer, Sinner and Saint, who wounds you deep but dries your tears For a vision of thy sweet face compels my pen, my deeds Still that vision leads my words to fall upon thy screen Before thine eyes, to serve thy needs Yet still for but my minds eye you remain unseen Between Breath & Touch Strides a whispered Caress Across endless plains Of Dream not much Past the blind denial of less Beyond the seasons of a thousand dreams and desires My words fall seen and felt but unheard Bitter sweet they may be and easily kindle passion's fires They torment and delight, caressing your heart, mind and soul with each word Subtle song, resonating rhythm unclear intent Desire a sourcing fire as the words serenade the heart For the bitter sweet seduction of words the body will lament They are but a start -Wes Noneya-
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wes-noneya
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
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