alive

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    alive

     

    alive

    (soft laughter)
    (soft laughter)

    Your hands tickle me,
    as you glide your hands across my wrinkles.

    As we lay on the sheets the rhythm you give me
    conside with my heart beat.

    I inhale our scent, the aromua is so thick!

    I am taking in every moment, as I begin to
    flow like the strongest current.

    Arise before me.
    Arise within me.

    It is you that makes me,
    feel ALIVE!

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    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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