As a soul is torn my desire takes form, and I rest in the curve of her back. I taste her in the air as she paints me with care and I forget all that I lack. her beauty sings like a thousand dove wings that shatter the cold night sky. My lips close without choice as I think of her voice and I remember her conversation eyes. With hands like the sea (always calling to me) our lives have a similar feel. Now she wonders inside where my deepest fears hide and makes everything false so real. In an angels touch never burned so much as her fingers paused on my lips, and the stars withdrew because they already knew theres nothing more to life than this.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Pisces
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