I feel your presence
Your arrival-
Mist of the moon
Our souls embrace
Entwine...
Interacting-
Letting go
Of our 'aches'
Absorbing our dreams
Our mouths
Searching
Exploding... I love you!
Beautifully penned, poet! "Our souls embrace, entwine, interacting, letting go of our 'aches'." What an awesome rendering of two who know to let go of 'aches' when they become one soul!
The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
To de
A cerebral dark Mystery of the Third Age..The serenity of a Roman statesman is interrupted by a wild-haired wanderer. The zealot seeks refuge from the powerful demon pursuing him, and not only that, but tries to recrui
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