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A Foreign Feeling

Unaware to you this witty talk is product of unspoken thoughts that linger
slow and stew each day, expressing and undressing till the love lay bare and thin.

One soul still lies upon the beach, a victim to the tides.

Your guided thoughts reside with me restricting to a chosen course that closes with I hope to be fulfillment of desire.

From this I learn to never tire, to never leave, to never try and douse the burn inside like I once feared of loving fire.

In spite of all my withheld flaws you shine and bear the light upon the aspects that I fight and expose what I thought true.

You've shattered and rejected any hatred upon you and with this strength and glory glow I wish my yearning I could show.

This fear I feel and swallow may protect what I have built.

Is this happiness I feel? Or long awaited guilt, a new fluster I must muster else the flowers will but wilt.

A cautious step I take without disturbing you too late.

I fear the signals burning thin, the moment's lapsed and lost?
Things move slow when I’m in play but I hope that has no cost?

Without your subtle guidance.

I feel my heart is lost upon a vast and endless sea upon a mast to which I see a glimpse of shelter beckons me.
My mind seems but just occupied with thoughts of my demise.

If arrows to the heart cause pain then death bestowed to me shall be with finished crafted lies.

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Embraces.

Softness embraces their bodies.
Gently, oddly, their kiss is stunned.
Deftly, the broken kiss weaves a feeling.
The feeling, unlike the kiss itself,
Is harsh.
New.
The feeling pulls out specific emotions.
Unlike the actual sting of hurt, or violence.
But the brutal bite of everlasting love.
The love doesn’t go without cause.
Needlessly it’s around, drawing and weaving.
It’s sweet.
Pure.
The scent of their bodies fills the air.
Not in a bad way, no.
But in a way that has them droopy,
Cute and sleepy.
The scent strokes along their minds,
Their hearts.
The bite of love is more than just a bite…
It is the bond we share.
Were I to ask this bite to soothe,
I wouldn’t, couldn’t.
The bite is pleasure between two human bodies.
And I, being one of the bodies, have to realize...
I love you.

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Birth of another Chapter

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Destruction of the soul tastes like bittersweet peanut butter covered poison.

In the blink of the eyes, my reality emerges into a new chapter.

The new age unfolding before the marching feet, here I come into the new.

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