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Love in the age of stones

I love coffee like i love to sip her eyes; with every gulp;i sigh, i give a whiff of relief, though i  hold a flower of angst, a romantic grudge when i know she takes her nose up into the clouds !
I am a down-to-earth man with mundane feelings, a human being in its  all natural integrity, but,i bear such a vengeful liking for her,that to grab her by the hair and drag her on dirt, and take her inside my cave;like a Homo Erectus would do in the age of stones, there i show her how a woman can be treated, that love is a raw ritual.No photoshop technics inside a cavern To mask a lip,or to work a nail for looking pretty creature,  
I am raw, and honest and my feelings emanate from the wild in all its primitive  
beauty,I will never ever be civic, in the mind of the Haughty people .Man of dust and air, or Ocher and Blue,and the all earthy pigments. and the  heaven's spirits, behaving on the fly, with my flaw,with my naive and impetuous rush, Civicism is left for townsmen and fake folks wearing costumes, sitting in gilded chairs ,with  a pack of V.I.P's, smoking in pride and arrogance.and ''Ignorance''  
i will take you doing from your lofty nest,to earth, to smell dust and feel how earthy life can be,No more atmosphere; no more blue, down is life, not in fancy books with Peter Pan, or Seven dwarfs dancing around a blue-eyed  
snow white,...  
Eve of my cave, free your mind, put your pride aside and live what you write, or is it only fake ! 
Written by ThePoet632 (CrossWords)
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''A Friendly recommended message to Eve''
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