PressureA Poem by Heather LeAnn This came from a game me and my ex used to play. i would say a line, then he would respond, creating a poem. Can
you picture this? The
gentle pressure of our kiss? When
our eyes lock and we know what’s real, the way we both feel. The
love and lust twining together to make one song….a perfect lullaby. © 2011 Heather LeAnnAuthor's Note
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Added on August 25, 2011 Last Updated on August 25, 2011 Author
Heather LeAnnHville, KYAboutMy name is Heather. I am a senior in highschool and plan to go to Art college after i graduate. Although Art is what i want to thrive in, i also love to write. i mainly write mushy teen angst poetry ^.. more..Writing
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