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Sep 2019
Filling all the hollows of your body and soul,
your waist can never be a waste
floating under my tongue
and I'll be traveling over your bare sensitive mountains
flying as the wind into your valleys,
feeling the grass on my cheeks
tasting your philomenal scent,
which slows me down -

a breath sends shivers

- only darkness withers
for a while -

and your lolling leads me
caressing along,

the awakening,

the vulnerable side
of your stretched arms

and slowly up,

my lips surfing
to your wrist,
where I finally rest and kiss
your life within the beat of your pulse.
<3
Written by
Coral Heart Poetry
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     ---, TheRaven and MicMag
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