Ok. this is a poem of a letter I wrote once upon a time
I am here now. Writing to us on a moment among many. You can conjure this image, no? The gifts I have to offer of my intense blue eyes contemplating exactly what must fingers reflect. I read them surprised. I may begin by telling you of this feeling that something of you was created just for me. Your name, your touch, the bewildering wind that blows you near then far. Gently now she touches. A subtle change, vehemently she scatters me. There is a place I can recall of your voice pleasantly stirring my memory. surely it reminds me In love with you. How?
There! I am stepping into a black wall. Ponder at which karmic pond I cast my pole? And if I can’t see it, at that moment I shrug. I dare let my ignorance confront the whip of fate. You, giving me a hint of your despondency. I challenge an all perfect life to allow one mistake. I clumsily prattle on, exploring my desires.
Lets get to know each other.
You can choose to divulge. I may feint interest, or glance a bit of truth peering into your depths. I will hold your heart while we remember there is nothing to do for it. Acceptance is completeness in itself. Letting go is the gift of acknowledgment. But, do not make the mistake of thinking you can let go. If we never tire of exploring I will lay my path beside yours awhile. I hope we meet exhaustion, then fuck our disconcerting minds with these perfected bodies.
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Ok. this is a poem of a letter I wrote once upon a time
I am here now. Writing to us on a moment among many. You can conjure this image, no? The gifts I have to offer of my intense blue eyes contemplating exactly what must fingers reflect. I read them surprised. I may begin by telling you of this feeling that something of you was created just for me. Your name, your touch, the bewildering wind that blows you near then far. Gently now she touches. A subtle change, vehemently she scatters me. There is a place I can recall of your voice pleasantly stirring my memory. surely it reminds me In love with you. How?
There! I am stepping into a black wall. Ponder at which karmic pond I cast my pole? And if I can’t see it, at that moment I shrug. I dare let my ignorance confront the whip of fate. You, giving me a hint of your despondency. I challenge an all perfect life to allow one mistake. I clumsily prattle on, exploring my desires.
Lets get to know each other.
You can choose to divulge. I may feint interest, or glance a bit of truth peering into your depths. I will hold your heart while we remember there is nothing to do for it. Acceptance is completeness in itself. Letting go is the gift of acknowledgment. But, do not make the mistake of thinking you can let go. If we never tire of exploring I will lay my path beside yours awhile. I hope we meet exhaustion, then fuck our disconcerting minds with these perfected bodies.
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