I've made love to her through the dreams, through the screams, through the screens and through the wild wild leaps. I've made love to her on a sunny day and a windy evening. On a silent night and on a pleasant morning.
I've made love to him through the ages, through the invisible cages. I've made love to him through the distance, and through the differences. I've made love to him through a dusky twilight and the dawn. On a busy afternoon and on a breathless evening.
I've made love to her with words and poems and memories. And she has driven me crazy with her eyes and lips and all the beautiful stories. Here it is, After years of Love and letting Love crawl in, She's finally my Muse and I'm finally her Artist...
I've made love to him with metaphors and alliterations, through melodies and through tales of love. And here we are, after years of yearning and passion, when He is finally my Artist and I, his Muse...
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Reverie
Poetry~ if not between the lines, where else can I find my peace? ~ Trigger warnings applied || Poetry Collection ||
