Category: Original Poetry

To be kissed. The moment when want becomes need. When two energies touch for the first time. When time slows and nothing else matters. When hunger and satisfaction coexist. The longing and loneliness…

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I feel for my ring and it’s not there. What once meant so little now means so much. I press my left thumb against my ring finger and spin the memory of what…

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