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Feelings


With a swift brush of the breeze, you are beautiful. 

Soaking in your everlasting scent, I can see you.

The ability to taste your bountiful lips is euforic, in the sense of purity and love.

From the touch of your skin to the waving of your hair, your simple softness of being draws me to believe that you are more than human, but angelic.

When I close my eyes, I imagine myself with you. I can't see you, but  a bright light. Enticing me with its great raise and fullness; I want to be soaked into it and live there forever. The feeling of free-ness brings me to the conclusion that you are not just you, but this beautiful being that blesses me with its outrageous light.

It's amazing what you do to me. 

 

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johniswriting

I decided to pick up poetry because it doesn't only take skill to conduct, but you can release yourself in the words you write.

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