Her Way

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    Her Way

    A smile pure like fresh melon in the spring
    refreshing like morning dew and the echo of a dove wing


    Searching for reasons why we met.
    We both have our own pre-defined paths in a world so imperfect.
    Sharing only occasional conversation and a few notes
    I yearn to know where our souls are aligned in this cosmos.

    Two worlds that came together one pale night
    Not sure what was meant to happen, but every moment feels right
    Blistered patters of bliss enlightened my internal light

    My mind is content knowing you on any level
    My body is interested in knowing several
    Wait! let me…take at time out and let me feelings mellow
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    I am the wind that drifts in your widow before morning’s dew is set
    It’s what you feel brushing against your thighs, harvesting emotions – got your fire wet
    You feel my preverbal tongue lace your body soft like an indo-pacific breeze
    Now pull me closer – let your body explain what it is you need.
    Fulfill your mind, body and soul – (* your body says*) my fire has been freed.
    You feel the heat radiate from this breeze that has just taken form
    Answering all your question – then moving away like a quiet storm.
    You body trembles as the storm moves away, no longer warm.
    Is it lust, reality or not as it seems.
    I just woke up – damn another day dream.

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    A smile pure like fresh melon in the spring
    refreshing like morning dew listening to j-birds sing
    Lips soft like ripples of thawing rivers in the spring
    Got mad attitude and flavor – she walks with a swing
    Got mad respect for you – cause you do your own thing
    You cool as hell and I got a lot of respect for what you got to say
    Most of all – you do it sh*t your way.
    Feeln’ that!

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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