Submissions by World_to_Writes

The gratuitous sun, o’ quite alike the heart;

Beaming down and bounding,

Beating in the light no more, when ceasing in the darkness

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The roaming winds, no not unlike the soul;

Hear it whistle as it whispers,

Impossible to snare, it’s freeform contrary to flow-less

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The Rains that drop, o’ quite alike the breath;

Pity-not the petty pattern,

A necessary cycle, system solely sound to cleanse us

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The storm that blinds, no not unlike the senses;

Pushing, biting, howling
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You’re the solution to the puzzle I’ve been aching to unblock
I feel it forming in your mind you wrap your lips we interlock

Investing in the remnants of your vessel I undress
and start to charter the existence of your being I caress

I feel the fluttering of wings you gift my heart begins to race
and as your mouth connects with mine I bite you urging for your taste

Your favourite flavour of desire layered upon my lips
I trace them slowly, absent caution from your neck down to your hips

My tongue is laced with ecstasy, hot breath upon your...