![]() CompassA Poem by Ally Monique![]() Cuddling, at its finest.![]() Here, the sound of melting thoughts chime words warmer than honey and, sweet nothings pour out of lips, that are anything but empty. Tangled knees wrap around the wrinkles of a cottonwood blanket; continents of skin lie underneath, joining together like Pangea, they are one, Two lovers wanderlust for skin left dusty and dry; Sinking into each other's compass, no land was left unexplored. © 2020 Ally MoniqueFeatured Review
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