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Deep bowled rows for planting harvest Stock the wide pasture outside Waiting for seeds to make patient  residence Grow strong from days in sun baths The cool down traverse from moons glow Alongside the acres of cultivate Sits a farm house of modesty With rooms to stretch our legs to the almost point of Charlie horse Slowly resend into blissful comfort In the room across where swells of tender sweat hold Where we make love every night that turns into Hard ******* and ******* Any scent to be desired around the compass’ range can be smelled And are now baked into the walls and naked frame Same way her farm fresh cooking fills our belly with fuel into each day Where bad dreams and jealousy had taken us by surprise and misunderstanding Leaving them to the wind That long since blown them away and forgiven, forgotten Equal parts hellos and minute hugs as are departing kisses and I love you’s These are only inches of happenings created and spent In the arms of the home we built
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
Inches in the arms of a home
Deep bowled rows for planting harvest Stock the wide pasture outside Waiting for seeds to make patient  residence Grow strong from days in sun baths The cool down traverse from moons glow Alongside the acres of cultivate Sits a farm house of modesty With rooms to stretch our legs to the almost point of Charlie horse Slowly resend into blissful comfort In the room across where swells of tender sweat hold Where we make love every night that turns into Hard ******* and ******* Any scent to be desired around the compass’ range can be smelled And are now baked into the walls and naked frame Same way her farm fresh cooking fills our belly with fuel into each day Where bad dreams and jealousy had taken us by surprise and misunderstanding Leaving them to the wind That long since blown them away and forgiven, forgotten Equal parts hellos and minute hugs as are departing kisses and I love you’s These are only inches of happenings created and spent In the arms of the home we built
JudLove
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37/M/Indiana
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
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