| Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press above me, glowing, spouting readiness, mystery rapes my reasonWhen you have withdrawn your self and the magic, when only the smell of your love lingers between my breasts, then, only then, can I greedily consume your presence.Maya Angelou
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Where do these people get their words?
This one I like.
No need to know where the words emanate from, you only have to savor them…
This is the soul speaking…
Only in dreams can I imitate such a fit but alas I hardly remember them as soon as my eyes open
Honestly where do they get the words from? coz i want in.
Maya Angelou…one of my inspirational poets, i’ve read all her books, read alot of her poetry, she’s amazing…
P.S. Love the pic of your toes at the top in those lime green socks! super cute!…got toes at the top of my blog too!
@ Miss Eizzy…….i read her poems. Those aren’t my toes, mine are small,look at my shoe nxt to this comment.
@ Normzo………i think they just write what they feel yes/no?
@ DoomsDay…….lol
@ Peter……….maybe so.
they are blessed that way just like you are in another way…
when only the smell of your love lingers between my breasts- totally my best part.
aaaaaaah…wow, they taste smell feel words… thats the power of being a wordsmith, its more real than the air they breathe
i agree with Sybella. They are blessed just as each of us is too.
“mystery rapes my reason” beautiful
I am protesting i want those feet back up in thier place, they were peaceful and not complaining then you took them down you green footed woman……….