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Mercy B
Poems
Oct 2013
Our Souls First Dance
The sky has just began to grow dark and a slight chill rushes up her spine as the cool water washes across her toes.
The sand beneath her body is soft and still warm as she sprawls out, remembering his words, her eyes gently close.
She recalls his piercing stare and how she could not break their gaze, no matter how deep within he just may see.
The way he effortlessly drew out her feelings, unable to fight it, nor was their any fear of letting her words flow free.
Her body blended so comfortably, almost as if fate had designed her to fit perfectly into his soothing embrace.
Neither willing to acknowledge the impending goodbye, longing to get lost in this perfect moment, and hide from the time they chase.
She curled up in her memories of him, blocking out all of the clutter her days can bring, she wanted to hold onto this feeling for just a bit more.
As he walks away he glances back once more, his thoughts drowning in anticipation for another night like this, a night like never before.
Written by
Mercy B
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