She cannot remember a time
before the rush
of him.
Before he invaded her thoughts
daily.
Before her body became a temple
for him to worship at.
She cannot remember a time
before the wanting of him.
Before her awareness began.
Before her body reacted
to a single word
from him.
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*First posted two years ago when I had far fewer followers. I hope that new and old alike enjoy the reposting.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
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I created this blog as a way to express myself using my poetry and photography. It is a reflection of who I am and of the things that interest me. I have many muses…perhaps the greatest one being my love of the sea, how I gravitate to anything relating to water, how I feel a pull toward it deep in my bones. At times I will be revisiting content that I have shared on Twitter which has, until now, been the forum I have expressed myself in. That said, the content will change over time as the blog grows and develops. It is my hope that the reader will enjoy the journey.
December 14, 2016 at 7:24 pm
lovely words and fabulous image. ❤
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December 14, 2016 at 7:24 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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December 15, 2016 at 2:09 am
lovely, striking, moving, erotic yet still sparsely poetic, the flow is both sudden and slow, like the idle hand that runs fingertips down a chest tracing the lines to the conclusion.
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December 15, 2016 at 3:34 am
Smiles. Thanks so much. I appreciate the lovely compliment.
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