We were kissing, you having just tickled me
(you know how much I hate to love that),
And you pulled me close and kissed me again, but different this time
and every cell in my body wanted nothing more in that moment than to kiss you
Sure, my lips were physically kissing you
But I could feel your kiss everywhere, in every part of me,
Lingering on the surface and buried deep within the confines of my soul
So, completely, everywhere, all at once
About the Creator
Lizzy Gabrick
I spent many years reading and writing in my adolescence but have found inspiration has lapsed since I have become more settled into my adult life--a career and marriage. I look forward to changing that and sharing my creations with you.
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Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
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