Did you miss me today ?
After the last la Tortura I wasn't supposed to be here anymore.
But I will give one more chance
Or maybe I won't, maybe I won't be here at all.
I miss love, gentleness and relaxation
I don't feel safe in your hands.
You may be charming but not for me such pretty eyes don't work it's too little. Emotional intellect is where I live in Someone for pleasure well sure we can learn a lot more about each other but is it really needed ?
Is there not a window for a freedom for a soul
the aching didn't disappear at all
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Darkos
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Ugh I don’t think I like the hidden meaning here but I do love the poem and feelings expressed! Love, relaxation and comfort… ❤️