i know how to do it but i just don't love
the morning after walk of shames that leaves a shamed taste
on microscopic taste buds filled with your scent
a shamed taste on sweet lips guilty of truths never told of
hidden details behind a curtain to present
a present of mystery beneath the
ebb and flow
beneath the folds of this beautiful flower
budding with possibilities, capabilities of enthralling another
i grow towards the door every time i dream of the radiance of your sun
and envision dancing upon the embrace and deep currents
of your heart beating love rapid currents
fluttering our souls dear do we embark upon the seed of intention
with each passing flutter,
more real than the last,
more intoxicating to the touch,
more alive than before,
i cannot help but give in
how do we stop the start of yes when there isnt any no?
i know how to but i just dont love
walking away from your touch
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