Your hands like soft kisses upon this untamed terrain that is my body.
The touch which glimmers as though honey were burning over Bronze.
The volcanic sunset of our desires…
Boiling over and reduced to one cold drop of finality.
I imagine unspoken words, wishing upon them, like fragments of invisible glass,
Held franctically and carelessly.
spell bound.
Only now are,
heart, mind, body and soul in one assembly.
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Well, I've always had a passion for writing. I would describe myself as a feminist, a womanist and a humanist. Poetry is something I've developed a great passion for. Apart from that, I also spend time reading...although this might make me come about sounding like an introvert, I still like to think of myself as an extrovert! I love making new friends and meeting new people. I hope this blog allows others to share and enjoy my work and hopefully share their views and opinions about various issues :)
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