I'd like to swim through his bloodstream for one blissful moment.....I yearn to make his heart my humble abode.
I picture his spirit as my cavern...and I hide myself in his soul when fear chases me. His eyes tell me bedtime stories; he whispers sweet haikus in my ears takes me on cerebral vacations.
I delight myself in the richness of his masculinity: I am a part of who he is.
We are bound with spiritual clay & together we build our very own ETERNITY.
© Sherine Tatum
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I think the way you describe the power of his words teleporting you from one place to the next...breath taking. Please don't stop writing.
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