Please allow me to explainA Poem by Tiffany K CharlesPlease allow me to explain I do not wish to help myself; I am addicted to your touch and how it creates a unified reaction. I would not want to think of enjoying this incredible satisfaction. Please allow me to explain I desire nothing more than your kiss, craving your smile and embrace, thinking of how soothing your lips could be and how your scent leaves a trace for only my nose to see Please allow me to explain the delicacy of a beautiful heart when you show how much you genuinely care. To know you is to understand the heavens and the moon; if you should ever disappear from my sight, I'd curse the Gods for they could not be fair praying for a return to your essence, praying that it comes soon. Please allow me to explain I do not wish to help myself; I am addicted to your touch and how it creates a unified reaction. I would not want to think of enjoying this incredible satisfaction. Please allow me to explain I desire nothing more than your kiss, craving your smile and embrace, thinking of how soothing your lips could be and how your scent leaves a trace for only my nose to see Please allow me to explain the delicacy of a beautiful heart when you show how much you genuinely care. To know you is to understand the heavens and the moon; if you should ever disappear from my sight, I'd curse the Gods for they could not be fair praying for a return to your essence, praying that it comes soon. Please allow me to explain my heart's joys when I see you. For space and time, stand still. Nothing can describe the warmth you create. My blood rushes, my heart speeds, and my body chills. I am smitten, enchanted, and entirely without bait; please allow me to explain you are nothing I ever wanted and all I've been looking for. Nothing is more impressive than knowing and having the privilege of knowing you. © 2022 Tiffany K Charles |
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Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on June 15, 2022 AuthorTiffany K CharlesMiami, FLAbout"Deep within my mind...... far beyond the dark cracks and spaces .... is my mind palace.... a creepy place...... damp..... and..... there. In that palace... Is where I house all my mental information... more..Writing
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