The moonlight dancing on portions of our flesh lighting lucid visions of two becoming one
pulling heaps of you closer to the begginings of us
Playing with subjects of us
you on my mind tasting soft and warm, wet words that I'm too guarded to give
dreams of me become talks of us
trying to figure out how i was blessed enough to evolve from me an unsure I
to a sure and ready us.

michelle soares

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