Silence is golden
a whisper on the wind
the only sound
peace and contentment
surround us
as we move in slow motion
no where to rush to
no where to be
nothing to say
taking this moment
to stop, listen, and see
the miracle
that is today.
©2012
(18+ ONLY Please)
It's all about SEX.
And all about ME.
MY fantasies, MY desires, MY longings...
And you know what?
IT FEELS GOOD.
Fact? Or fiction? As long as it's HOT, does it matter?
I didn't think so.
Fantasized by Miz Angell at 9:48 AM
Fucking with a poem a day, day 9, NaPoWriMo 2012, national poetry month, original poetry, thirty poems in thirty days
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