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as we play

as we play

artistic in her pleasures
attractiveness felt acidic to the norm

yet i wanted her adorable smile
Her heart her mind to be a part of my heart

aching for her needs..... she had captured meĀ 
but i must not let her have my SoulĀ 

for loving her was affectionate and beautiful
as it was well crafted onto us
Ā 
for we were in loveĀ 
caring ...clean... complete

sometimes we both would shout into deep affections
unspeakable words

yet an elegant enlightening excitable feeling would play
on one another

as love really needed to be... heartfelt warm
so heavenly it can be as we loved

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Lorris Morris

thank you for your vote ...lol not many love my writes must be my ink mmmmm i wonder may be my smile i wonder again lol must be just loveĀ 

LOVEĀ  YUM YUM

Ā 

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Pratibha Savani

You're welcome!! You must give yourself more credit. You write very well prose. I know you like writing more about love and romance. It's not something I'm good at. But I did try and posted one on here not so long ago called evermore.
anyway writing is so unique to the individual and there really isnt a right or wrong so keep going!! We all have good and not so good writes. Creativity takes times! But you are writing and we then just get better and better as we are all still mastering the poetry craft!! I know I am trying different things and still growing and changing! Px

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