I feel her heart,
Pounding,
Beneath the thin cotton,
And thick leather,
That separates us.
Just this simple fact of knowing,
That she is here next to me,
Lifts my blanket of blackness,
And allows her glowing beauty,
To fill me.
She is my color,
My light,
My earth.
She is all I need.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PuisiLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
