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Jul 2020
My tongue trips when you’re near,
My chest tightens when you sigh,
You hold my heart in your hands,
As we tip toe this fine line,

Of passion and friendship,
Venturing through life,
Close and afar,
Separate but one,

I long to tangle my fingers in your hair,
As we coexist with time,
At our most relaxed point,
Sense of self left outside,

To caress your face,
With a kiss,
Full of care,

To entwine our fingers,
Through our arts,
Lift up,

Spread our wings,
Through the pain and the hurt,

Feel confident,
One is blessed,
And not cursed,

For you are so,
Full of love,
Full of worth.
Jammit Janet
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Jammit Janet  28/F/Thunderdome
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