Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

with you (18 Oct 2007)

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I was born to love
you and adore
life so holy and beautiful

it does not matter
my demands are nothing
but to live in my nature

true love and touch with
dancing fingers and palms
on oiled skin, sensual

crook of neck, yes for me
to explore, and hide
for a whole day, a whole life

time not on my side
(for there is none)
and in this way, I can play

with you forever

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