Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Morning breeze billows portal veils Caressing my naked skin As your roughened hands tease me
Wielding charm with a fierce intent, driving her to rapturous heights only to leave her heart wanting.
And lo, a restless soul goes roaming through all the endless ebony nights as it dances in the garden of dreams The heart longs to flee and take flight.
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