Turbulant
Your turbulant
A touched cheek to subtle lips
And airwaves amiss to a soul just opening
Yet you will always be a bashful muse to starlight shining within an awe inspired silence.
A tribal language made for some form of ancient grace and speaking a restlessness inside of me and all of mankind forever.
You are the meaning of a kiss.
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