Before you kissed me I was a fair child
Lips ontop of mine change the women in me.
I cried not in agony but painful bliss one kiss turn to more touches; heat rises.
With steady hands you calm me. All while my hormones rage on and on
Be still
I am with you still
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Feelings
PoëziePoems about bipolar disorder,feelings about love,and life, faith, slice of life, magic and all in-between.
