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FearNotTheQueer's picture

Her hair her eyes
her body flowing
Dancing as the unheard
drum beats within
Her smell, hypnotic
entrancing, spell binding
Drawing me to her
I'm a moth to her flame
Laughter lighting up
my world, her world,
the world.
Crushing, her tears
salt to the wound
Feeling hopeless
wanting, needing
holding her
Amazing, smile
creating a dazzle
her light, light up
Oh World

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whateversexual_llama's picture

Wo~! She sounds hawt! Very ni

Wo~! She sounds hawt! Very nice poem. Great job!

Be yourself. Because if you're busy being someone else, then who's gonna be you?

msquared's picture

Snazzy!

Great job! That's off the chain, yo.

"Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible." T.E. Lawrence