Beautiful moments from a distance
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Language of the Soul
your point was made
yet no words were spoken
i heard all that was not said
your body speaks words you dare not say
your aura waits for my caress
my hand begins it's move
only to be stopped by yours
i laugh as your game slowly kills me
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