Do you see my eyes?
My adoration...
My truth.
Do you look into my soul?
For my love...
But find the ruins?
Do you climb past theses mounds?
To meet me.
On higher ground.
This is where I wait
For you.
Patiently wait...
To look into your eyes.
Speak volumes
In silent dances
Until we meet
Our eyes.
And climax.
--Diva
Thursday Short Run, Little Dry Creek
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I have not posted to my blog in forever, so here I am before Google deletes
me.
2 years ago
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