Writings

i feel the soft
against my lips
and linger
for a moment
savoring the taste
of your sweet...
love
until i have to breathe
gasping for air
i rise
standing taller
i straighten
my back
against the invisible wall
of your love
and i know
that this
is
meant
to be

sept 08
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