She was beautiful to him without even trying.
Her imperfect parts they called to him
With vulnerable eyes and sweet scent
She was his in the most basic ways
And he craved her, felt her in his blood
Her essence woven intricately with his own
Until he felt bound to her
Until each breath became hers
Until he became hers
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Love this
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It started as a story, but my brain refused to formulate the words as anything other than poetry.
I say it’s still a story. It’s form is poetry.
Very sensual. Love it.
xoxo
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Thanks!
This was lovely and rich C. xoxo, Jayne
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Ah, compliments. Thank you, Jayne
I love the way you always weave your words here. 🙂
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Thank you. I’m just winging it.
Your words danced. Loved it.
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I love how that sounds. I always want my words to dance.
Simply beautiful.
xox
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Thank you! 🙂
oooh. love it.
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Thanks! 🙂