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I love her body close to mine,
entwined are we in endless time.
Breathless kissing, tongues tenderly touch,
minds roving, feeling much.
Sighs and moans, giggles and purrs,
yet the silence tells me I’m hers.
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Abstract Waves
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Language is sound fills all around with highs and lows of note.
The art of the word’s felt not heard, not seen, thought or wrote.
Birds speak in song words we get wrong, the music we think our own.
Thunder claps, lights bolts traps and the silence forever unknown.
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