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I long for you to
curl up on the corner of your couch
and
read me,
pierce me
with your eyes,
pillage through my pages-
insignificance trails like a hound
my only chance
for escape-
the sound of you
turning pages
devouring
my poured out soul
keep me from
that which I fear
obscurity
irrelevance
let our minds intermingle like
warm wine
on tongue
sweet, not dry-
instead
ripe, full bodied, red
find me
satisfying, mystifying-
intoxicatingly
well said.
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Jul 02, 2013 @ 21:02:16
smiles…and taking that time each day, accepting that invitation…it def has a way of refreshing your view of what happens the rest of the day…smiles…i like that you capture the Authors intentions…smiles.
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Jul 03, 2013 @ 00:16:07
Feels like escaping into a wonderful book….ahhh….nice 🙂
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Jul 03, 2013 @ 00:16:17
Feels like escaping into a wonderful book….ahhh….nice 🙂
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Jul 03, 2013 @ 00:18:23
big, big smiles.
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Jul 03, 2013 @ 03:10:49
well said indeed 😉
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Jul 03, 2013 @ 04:07:49
smiles…i prefer dry wine..but that surely is a matter of taste…smiles..and there def. is a nice intimacy that can be found in reading a good book
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Jul 03, 2013 @ 11:30:05
Fantastic, felt like Harry Potter getting pulled into the pages….though this was no diary of Tom Riddle ! Thanks
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Jul 04, 2013 @ 03:59:45
Love. Love. Love. (Did I mention I love this?)
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