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I know you, intimately, deeply, sweetly. I know thetouch of your mouth and the scent of your skin. I know the work of your hands, when they ca..

I wish you’d told me All that you felt before That separateness was pain And that needing and wanting Areone animal thatthriveson flesh ..

we are like poetry together flowing in motion bracing and pulling breathing hearts beating hands kneading and mouths demanding more we are ..

Come home to me I don't like to wait in the dark your storms seem to make a shadow of me and I wonder is there a whisper of me in your thoughts... ..

who do you belong to? I'm sure there is someone at home, who is waiting when it gets late someone who feels your warm hands on the small of her bac..

it's not this one thing, it's many things......

chimes on the wind a melody in the air the warmth of sunlight slanting through a window and I am with you just the faintest shadow of a touch a m..

In these tunnels I am swept up into the blackness speeding through the dark I am suddenly nothing an element one with the air how I want to lose..

How hard it is to find a calm place inside myself, when you are there chasing my every thought and making me hunger for you with each breath I co..

I want you.... how deep is your soul ? is it deepenough to take me whole? can you imbibe my love ? can you stand against thedarkness in our..