It Use To Be
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by G. White
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It use to be
I could taste the breath of your words
whispering like an ocean breeze
wandering upon the shore of my tongue
as I inhaled
the words of your thoughts
behind closed eyes
the flesh of your lips lines
meshed with mine
igniting my temperature
to
ecstatically
with the baptism of my holy waters
crashing upon my coast..simultaneously
I was snatched
away into a rendevous
upon the rock
hard
and we rode
fast and furious
with the raging waters
wailing
in delirium!
once upon a time...
it use to be!
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