As I look into your eyes, I see your soul, pure, and raw, and I allow you to see mine, to share my secrets as your own.
But you do not judge me.
You do not run.
You grab my hands and pull them to your heart, and let me feel the beating of the thing you let me steal as my own.
As we share this sensual moment, all I can think of is how lucky I am to be blessed with a soul, as pure, and loving, as yours.
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Poems
PoetryThese are the poems that I have been saving in my notes for about a year, they range from fiction to reality, to a fair mix of both. Ive never been able to make poems that rhyme, so if you dislike poems that dont have a rhyming scheme, then please d...
