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An Awakening
... at the fringe of first daylight,
We cast Our Souls into the throes of ardor, that blissful intoxicant:
Our breaths—they meld and swirl;
Our tongues—they probe and twirl,
exploring that which is tender across Our bodies.
We share an awakening.
We cast Our Souls into the throes of ardor, that blissful intoxicant:
Our breaths—they meld and swirl;
Our tongues—they probe and twirl,
exploring that which is tender across Our bodies.
We share an awakening.
Published 20th Aug 2017
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21st Aug 2017 12:43pm
Gorgeous ~ 👑🌞🌷😎🎈
There's nothing more divine than transcendence, through a beautiful awakening of ones heart & soul, whilst bound to another ! 💡
There's nothing more divine than transcendence, through a beautiful awakening of ones heart & soul, whilst bound to another ! 💡
24th Aug 2017 6:24pm
Thanks so much, Shadow Starzzz! Agreed, and your comment was so well-written and expressed itself.
Anonymous
21st Aug 2017 5:54pm
sounds like an array of beautiful "rises"....
xoxo Taryn
xoxo Taryn
24th Aug 2017 6:25pm
LOL! Taryn ... very funny. It 'twas! Thank you for Your humour and critiques, always, Friend! xoxo ~ Michael
