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Moe Dec 2021
Do tuberoses bloom in the dunes?
Or is it a miracle if they do. But, why bloom there when the firefly is no where to consume.

To touch and run down the silk white petals, to kiss the slightly rose hue. To breathe the sweet breath. None of that. Thus why bloom in the dunes.
Moe Nov 2021
If passion is fire. We have that in common
I ignite, you ignite. Burn factor remain same.
I don’t see an end. Only way to put out the fire. To kiss where it matters the most.
Moe Nov 2021
When your words are only for me. When your words are spoken for me. When your words only meant for me. You make every bone vibrate. From the tip of my nose to back of my lobes. Tip of my toes to back of my knees. Feels like a rose teased by a feather. I am only human.

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