BE MINE
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Last published Thu, Jun 7, 2018
Allow me to caress you with these forbidden words I speak giving you the attention you seek
Allow me to infuse our ancient souls into a vintage scenery
Allow me to paint a colorful picture to cure your pain
Allow me to intertwine our hearts like wild roots from an elderly tree
Am I in the right location trying to escape the rapid commotion?
Am I seeing clearly or clearly not seeing you?
Am I that rare piece you've been anxiously trying to locate?
Am I uttering senseless words or instilling sense into your world?
Are you the goddess that has been dancing in my dreams?
Are you the one that shall bring the peace I seek?
Are you that rare gem I discovered in the dry deadly dessert?
Are you internally spacious enough to contain the heavy baggage I shall bring?
As I sit and glance at your drop dead gorgeousness I realized I could handle your compressed emotions that could release the stress within my suppressed body
I confess.......... I am oppressed by my mind everytime I try to express my views that undress my skin cause I was too keen to be in the scene as I've never seen such a rare queen.
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