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It is not my mind that looks at you and stops
it is my heart
in awe of the flavours of love you leave
in your wake as you sail on off
under the bluest of skies
it's not the day that wonders
or the night that shines
it's these beats begging, begetting
to grab hold your attention
and lie across your tepid skin
as your bosoms caress the lifts
and the lowers of a wanted breath
enter, as I will too
the window is open, only slightly
enter, quickly and quietly
for here is home
it is my heart
in awe of the flavours of love you leave
in your wake as you sail on off
under the bluest of skies
it's not the day that wonders
or the night that shines
it's these beats begging, begetting
to grab hold your attention
and lie across your tepid skin
as your bosoms caress the lifts
and the lowers of a wanted breath
enter, as I will too
the window is open, only slightly
enter, quickly and quietly
for here is home
Published 9th Jul 2019
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Anonymous
9th Jul 2019 2:00pm
You have this beautiful, soft romantic movement through the entirety and then that last stanza...almost playful...with that perfect last line. Love it!
9th Jul 2019 3:54pm
10th Jul 2019 3:37am
Home, is definitely where the heart is, that’s for sure !
A gorgeously tender write, Tim... 😎
A gorgeously tender write, Tim... 😎
10th Jul 2019 3:46am
I read this twice just cause the second read is always the best! Great write, Tim.
10th Jul 2019 11:17pm
