i could recognize him
by touch alone
by smell
i would know by
the steadiness of his breathes
the gentle rustle of his leg
i will know him until death do us part
till the end of my world
(bruhhaps theirs as well)
this churning, burning passion
desire is duly founded
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sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
