Like words
on a mirror,
I come alive
in turmoil. The
heat, of your
misty caress-
longing, my
soul aches,
yearns,
touch me
now,
in this place,
that is,
my heart.
Category: Infatuation
Remington ran
through each
key.
A to Z.
Typing-
the world
away. Search-
ing, every
day, for
new sights
to see,
sharing-
lovely?
poetry.
Fleeting
glances
caught,
an instant,
time, stops.
This,
is
our
world.
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