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Jun 2014
your eyes are a mirror to mine
a simple spell of love or lust
we will know the difference in time
we can share the pillows and keep the door shut
we can bathe each other and maybe fall in love

the breeze comes to cool you when you get too warm
let me be your wind
to carry you gently, embracing your full form
you look right through my faults and sins

you are tender and intoxicating,
alive and thriving,
in your own world, that you'd love to share
i'm hoping that maybe you'll be the one to care
about all my dreams and inquisitions
for more than a body and ****** positions

i'll tell you my secrets and all the fleeting stories
you'll listen with brown eyes closed
while we lay together in your bed under crisp sheets
the summer air is humid and greeted us as we rose

smoke in our lungs and beer down our throats
this is the place that i love the most
here with you, sincere and true
doubting you is something i'd never do

so miles apart and roads stretched wide
we link our hearts and pocket our pride
turns out you're the only thing on my mind
falling for you like the rain from the sky.
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Aviendha Goodrich
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Aviendha Goodrich  21/Cisgender Female/Maryland
(21/Cisgender Female/Maryland)   
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