It’s exciting how your taste can last for hours.
How the ever-light summer sweat gifts your mocha frame a glisten.
If you are as broken as I know you are
Your comfort is earned when nearer, not far.
(Love Lace #7)
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What happens to me when it’s over?
I know the leaves will orange and crunch in beautiful death
But so far it seems I’m destined to remain like the tree:
Barren and over-chilled.
My Dear Sweet Grace,
Mine Maiden Unfiltered and Unfair, I pray to see you one day soon. These little screens of divide do drain us of intimate moments and bolster such a power I haven’t the time nor prowess to hurdle.
(Love Lace #5)
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I noticed her
as her walk dimmed the rest of the world.
Her aura or air or God gene
Pressed my sights onto her.