skin-to-skin,
naked in his arms,
and she still felt cold.
lips touching,
his hands on her hips,
and she still felt lonely.
-
With love,
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Drowning Stars | Poetry
Poesía"Because tell me, my dear.. How can you ever save a drowning star?" My deepest thoughts and secrets. Enjoy. - •Overall winner of The Cats Awards; 10/08/18 •Winner and Best Plot in Poetry of The Net Monthly Awards; 6/10/18 •3rd place in Poetry of The...
