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You don't need sight to see my soul,
my love
Stroke and trace your fingers on my
skin and feel
Underneath the anticipation
of our very first night, my
dress becomes a silken
stream around my feet
I want you to touch me...
Truly touch me...
Trace over my temple and feel
the hearth of my heart; the
flames burn hot and true
for you
Stroke the pillars and feel
the cracks; like you, the
edges of my soul
are marred
Close your eyes and feel the
sun's kisses and the shadowed
whispers; my most precious
of dreams and darkest of fears
Fingers thread together,
through my hair,
foreheads kiss
lips reddens
tongues strokes
skin enkindles
goosebumps rise
See and smell my
roses,and taste the
salt of my rain
See my heart,
how crudely it's stitched
and salve my pain with
your love and truth
My body is your breath...
I am your braille
and yours alone...
During this night,
the first of many,
let us join together
and give birth to
purest love...
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Mind's still blocked, but it's not as bad as yesterday's.
I'm working on the next part of the Masked Bard series.
Thank you everyone for your kind comments towards me in my poem 'Would'. It means alot to me, truly. I'm sorry that if I sound like a broken record, but I am truly grateful. As of next week, I will be able to go through
everyone's comments. This week alot of things have happened in and out of my course and honestly, it's made me feel so drained.
I'll make a collection for the Masked Bard so you can catch up!
Thank you all again, you mean so much to me!
Lyn ***
