Like
Your hair, like night against my skin, deep, dark, fluid
Your breath, like
Your hands, like
Your caress, like
Your laugh, like
Your gaze, like
So long since I’ve had the pleasure of your hair, your breath, your hands, your caress against my skin
To hear your laughter and sense your gaze. Experience the intensity of your love for me.
Why did you go? Where did you go? I miss you so much.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| You | 0 | 07/27/2010 |
| Untitled | 0 | 07/27/2010 |
| Rejection | 0 | 07/27/2010 |
| Inside of Me | 0 | 07/27/2010 |
| Eyes | 0 | 07/27/2010 |
| Sleep | 0 | 07/27/2010 |
| Two Women in Love | 0 | 07/27/2010 |
| Like | 0 | 07/27/2010 |
| Twilight | 2 | 07/27/2010 |
| Chopped and Screwed | 2 | 07/27/2010 |
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