#bh - Hello Poetry

come lay beside me let my fingers caress your sorrows working through deep creases releasing all stress your breath carries massaging tense shoulders and unspoken hurt buried in your chest pulling pain from silent reservoirs of former loneliness I am here with you now there is no sadness my laying of hands can't resolve in love there is only purity a bliss found in eternal connection let me tenderly kiss all that delays your thoughts from slumber together, we conquer fear as my fingers work the tendons making them pliable again cupping hands to your heart feeding you warmth and beauty to quell midnight aches come to me, whisper your concerns you never need carry them alone again for love conquers doubts sending a tsunami of tenderness wave upon wave to flood your soul for in love we are made whole

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Aug 10, 2020

Aug 10, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC

south-city-lady

Swedish massage

come lay beside me let my fingers caress your sorrows working through deep creases releasing all stress your breath carries massaging tense shoulders and unspoken hurt buried in your chest pulling pain from silent reservoirs of former loneliness I am here with you now there is no sadness my laying of hands can't resolve in love there is only purity a bliss found in eternal connection let me tenderly kiss all that delays your thoughts from slumber together, we conquer fear as my fingers work the tendons making them pliable again cupping hands to your heart feeding you warmth and beauty to quell midnight aches come to me, whisper your concerns you never need carry them alone again for love conquers doubts sending a tsunami of tenderness wave upon wave to flood your soul for in love we are made whole

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I never want to be mere fingers clutching your back laced in forgetfulness, lined in pain I long to be the soft silhouette you hold close imagining every night as I pull you in so deeply the midnight hunger that makes you sweat leaves an ache fluttering in your heart when we say goodnight I want to be your cricket's song soaking up dusk and mourning dove cooing at first light of love I want to feed your mind, envelop the need for your body's sweet surrender to my perfumed lips kissing every trace of loneliness as clouds descend cloaking our naked skin in nightfall's whim

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Aug 7, 2020

Aug 7, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC

south-city-lady

serenity

I never want to be mere fingers clutching your back laced in forgetfulness, lined in pain I long to be the soft silhouette you hold close imagining every night as I pull you in so deeply the midnight hunger that makes you sweat leaves an ache fluttering in your heart when we say goodnight I want to be your cricket's song soaking up dusk and mourning dove cooing at first light of love I want to feed your mind, envelop the need for your body's sweet surrender to my perfumed lips kissing every trace of loneliness as clouds descend cloaking our naked skin in nightfall's whim

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you take my hand as we stroll together deep, deep down a serpentine path to woods amidst thick moss and tree coverings with fronds caressing our hips as we pass drops of cool rain cooling our cheeks streaming rivulets nourishing lips where we taste remote sensations, a world dislodged from society's roots we are more than these bodies, this ancient flesh we are interwoven in a mystical connection, constellations beading eternal sky in a telepathy beyond eyes and fingers, a language exceeding words, until we converse entirely through our hearts' speech.

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Aug 8, 2020

Aug 8, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC

south-city-lady

telepathy

you take my hand as we stroll together deep, deep down a serpentine path to woods amidst thick moss and tree coverings with fronds caressing our hips as we pass drops of cool rain cooling our cheeks streaming rivulets nourishing lips where we taste remote sensations, a world dislodged from society's roots we are more than these bodies, this ancient flesh we are interwoven in a mystical connection, constellations beading eternal sky in a telepathy beyond eyes and fingers, a language exceeding words, until we converse entirely through our hearts' speech.

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