When looking for someone, I realized that I am not looking for love.
I'm looking for an earthquake.
A slap.
The edge of a precipice.
Then a jump.
A burning volcano.
A reverse anxiety attack.
A cigar burn.
A soul that belongs to me from the first glance, from the first word.
A body that already made love to me before seeing me naked.
A soul who hears me cry when I'm smiling and who caresses my bruised cheeks.
Love is great, but who would refuse a never ending adventure ?
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Eight Billion Thoughts For You
PoesíaJust another very thoughtful girl. *Spreading thoughts since 1996* (All poems are mine). All rights reserved.
