Only his absence has made her heart grow fonder. For she sees no value in the sun beaming at day without a mother's son.
How very much she adores when he's around, but mostly love him. Which scares her at times. She usually shoves her fingers deep inside her pockets. Hiding them away from contact with his body. Her thoughts would often run wild, that if she would hold him she'd cage him and never of to let go.
Shy and fearful, what he'd refer her as.
With little knowledge - it was only the opposite.
For her mind lusted of tracing each fingertip
On his warm body, and her tongue wetting every section of his body, as her lips would settle softly on his. She lusted his whole.
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Portraits of her heart
PoezjaTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
