ForeplayA Poem by Blank_fortunesSometimes you miss the past it's not a bad thing.- Memory
I miss your left thigh to my right cheek,
I miss your right thigh to my left cheek, But believe me when I say this is more than a physical thing. I miss my mouth against your warmth getting drenched. My Love steadily increasing through realization of my thirst being quenched. I miss the Letters in the words of the sentences that shared the breeze in our conversations. I miss the way your skin felt and tasted. I miss your hair either way you want to see it when it was in my face. I miss your poetry, Mrs. Poetry ,First lady, first love, I miss you. I miss you in ways unimaginable. I miss your thoughts your words. I miss your feet, your hands, your thigh... the chocolate I Introduced to the hickies on your thighs. Your lips, my mouth, your release, my surprise, your body, my shakes, my tongue your eyes. Before the Sex began...
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Added on May 22, 2013Last Updated on October 20, 2016 Tags: Love, sex, Passion, conversations, Poetry, Mrs. Poetry AuthorBlank_fortunesDurham, NCAboutOur deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we.. more..Writing
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