My mind holds drawers of dusty memories, times I
saw
you as no one else did, times I
heard
your voice, wishing velvet tones were
singing
closer to my ear, times I
played
into your eyes hoping I could
draw
your face closer to mine,
rolling
inside your brown eyes, like
silk chocolate sheets.
You are safe
-
Can you feel the hand that is holding you,
close your eyes, feel your breath, feel the light
that’s within you, yes, within.
When the gentle gian...
1 year ago
its about emersing oneself in another.
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