Love Letter From the Soul Xlv
Fate,
In the crook of my neck
I feel your caresses
gentle
strokes of a journey
bathed in brilliance
comendeering the angels
but much prettier
suppressed my senses come to life
dancing to the music of love
lifting out of the breeze
and her tease
her taste
a habit worth holding on to
none the richer
I am poor
as your wealth enters my door
the key has been passed
as tongues swirl
with warm words
spilled in more than whispers
our world watches
time stops as has my heart
it's 333
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