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Shook

Tasting you has my life shook. The smell of you. The warmth of your skin on mine. The hold you have over me, From the power of your eyes, To the tender touch of your hand. You bring fire to my soul. A deep fascination for my unworthy heart. I’m in need of a fix.Continue reading “Shook”

Manic

When I’m manic, I feel like I’m at my most honest. My most creative self. My feelings are raw. My mind is open. With a thousand different images floating around. Too hard to pin down. They whiz through my brain, Like errant wispy clouds. Disappearing and reappearing just as quickly. It’s not always this way.Continue reading “Manic”

Cold

Standing outside, watching the clouds pass by. Remembering how much you’d like to gaze at them. The cold, wintery air nips at me skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. You loved the cold. It hasn’t snowed since you passed away. But as I look up, I see a single solitary flake drifts lazily throughContinue reading “Cold”