A Quiet Soul

She comes near and I smell the flowers of her life.

The blooming of her chest overwhelms me.

I feel the spring in her breath and it sustains me.

She stands in silence and I can feel the essence of her pulse,

and it paces my heart.


As she walks away her hair dances in rhythmic gyrations, hypnotizing my soul.


When she approaches near I feel the gentle touch of her fingers through my hair though she is not there.


She wills me with a simple touch and I blush

The quick smile of her thoughts burns me to lust

I tremble with delight when she sneaks close and I become euphoric 


She looks deep inside me with the quietest stare and it cuts me to calmness 

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