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I used to be a poet Until I fell in love I used to be a poet And dream about putting you into haikus Singing sonnets about your smiles Iambic pentameter about your interactive love and rhymes I used to be a poet And use the colors of the rainbow to describe you Your skin
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Mmmmm, memories…polaroid pussy that you stick on the cork board of your head that never, ever lives up to the real thing…even in digital format…nothing in the archive compares to that first feeling of that wet, warm love below (yes, I have been pumpin that Outkast shit “Shhhheee lives in my laaap” anyway…) I am
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He couldn’t have known that when he sent me the text that I had my hand on my thigh and the his touch on my mind. As the sound of D’Angelo’s How Does It Feel faded on the video and Floetry’s Say Yes came on I traced my finger with thoughts of him. How I
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He made me return to writing poetry. When we talked, it wasn’t violins that played, but sonnets that whispered on his lips. I could feel the letters moving in my heart, not yet taking shape but there, waiting to be released. He had been everything I asked for. And yet… We were here. Letters, locked.
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light feather touches, excite me so light i can barely feel them leaving me tingling vibrating all over slowly, tracing circles over my breast, they swell like dark choclate kisses and you sample one into your mouth you ake it savoring the chocolate flavor i moan, and a little bead of moisture begins to gather
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Wandering & Wondering 