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changes: positively positive |
change is the curve of your lips
the way your hips move, and your
lashes filter the metaphors in your
eyes in sensuous lights, and my
gleaming teeth against berry red
the shade of crimson blood on snow
flash in recognition knowing very
well that a lot of things are about
to change. how could they not when
you are letting me in closer to
your skin, closer to your mind
than I have ever been? change is
that my earthen arc of my own making
will rest fully on your scented
paradise. change is the feeling
I don't care if it's sin as long as
I'm ushered into your potent love
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