If I could hold you
I would match my words with desperate kisses
I would whisper the lines only your eyes know
I would show you
Let you feel
Let you meet
the source of this ache
I would feed your need for these lost lips
God damn, yours
I swear I can still taste
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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