The principle.

Choose your perspective It’ll lead to your perception Bottom line guessing Began with integrity Ending with deflection Prominently displaying rebellion Telltaling taboo Hoping for resurrection Identify the enemies And the follies of perfection Those who have no altitude At the ledge of their perspective The ones we choose to love Are the ones from which … More The principle.

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Darling, you send me

Because your touch feels like love And your tickle feels like romance And your gaze…. Your gaze holds all my attention And leaves me in a trance Your hands through my hair is bliss And your kiss, much like your fingertips Electricity You please me with your existence You tease me with your authenticity Sensibly … More Darling, you send me

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Spirits intertwined

Because your touch feels like love and your tickle feels like romance and your gaze….. your gaze leaves me in a trance your hands through my hair is bliss and you kiss, much like your fingertips- electricity you please me with your existence you tease me with your authenticity sensibly, I’m sensitive and our arrangement … More Spirits intertwined

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A truly free spirit

Identifiably a free spirit no ties to anything relevant can’t find semblance to make sense of it unspoken rationale breaks me  down in minuscule ideas to follow the possibilities, though without thought, never seem to fall shallow not tied to any place or thing most call it wanderlust others simply lost me- utter chaos the inability … More A truly free spirit

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If you want to start something, you’ve gotta start somewhere….

Sitting, cross- legged and feet- tucked, in the seat at my desk, leaned back and exhaling my boredom away, I remember the things that I forget to remember, and make another list of things “to-do” with my life. The list only seems to get longer, while the check marks drown out in scarcity. Travel to France? Paint my … More If you want to start something, you’ve gotta start somewhere….

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Deeper

Buried in the berry of my cheeks After the sun creeps But before you’re consciousness roused You beat your inhibitions and your words get the best of me The sweet confession sprout in the upper rim of the clock Firm- your impressions are best in the morning erecting a sensation when I reciprocate your professions … More Deeper

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