Soul Search
"Her scent is like a cool summer breeze across a garden of gardenias awakening my senses, allowing me to look forward to the moment when they all bloom in unison. Who would've known that they were able to sprout and illuminate the land with the color of love. No I'm not crazy, love has a color as well as taste similar to that of the nectar she provides me when I cater to her every need. As beautiful as it is, only time will allow the beautification process to continue for me, for us, for eternity. Love is fed by desire nourishing our everlasting need to search for the perfect soul. If love were matter, it would feel similar to the fullness of your lips against mine intertwined holding on dearly throughout the night. And to that, I say to you my dear, good morning, good evening and good night as the moon and sun rotates amongst our atmosphere of euphoric love."
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Aveugle (Poetry)
PoetryBlindfold me then ask me what's the first beautiful vision that comes to mind and I guarantee your name would roll off of my langue with the greatest of ease. When I think of you, my mind can't stop racing from the endless possibilities of you and...
