TetheredA Poem by wA little more traditional
My name, from my lover's lips, it does fall
and there I melt into your whispered call. Caressing my ears are the words of love. sending my soul on the wings of a dove; I’m no longer bound to this earthly form, into ethereal bliss I transform. All that from the words that roll off your lips, think of my response to your fingertips as they’re resting in the curves of my face then slowly down my jawline do they trace, around my collarbone, they dance their dance; gliding around, leaving me in a trance. Then into my eyes you intently stare, letting me know we are a perfect pair. And in your hand, my hand is tightly bound, gently bringing me back down to the ground. © 2012 wFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorwCincinnati, OHAboutI climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade. I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..Writing
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