Shifting Rhythmically

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I had screamed loves names throughout the darkness for many years, I thought I had danced with her poetically make-shifting rhythmically his hips between hers. I guess some would call that Love, say it's love but rathermore I would say that it is borderline clay molders intimacy.. It's beauty priceless, I musingly seen glimpses of my love, an aphrodisiac of aphrodite himself irreparable even though I never really knew her. Love that is.. I could swear for sure I tasted her on your lips. You & me star crossed faded sitting upon the stars watching the moon and sun meet destined lovers and that was the very moment I knew I had only loved you.

@Irenic.blog


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