For S
Dark eyes staring at me
Gravity of a black hole
You hand me a glass of wine
As feelings start to flow
You smile, me too I guess
Too old to play these games
I feel some kind of soothing
In the sound of your name
An unexpected move
My hand is brushing yours
So many fears are hiding
In the shivers of my soul
Still a few hours to go
Our hands are on the move
Do you think it will be enough
For a little fall in love?
aliensoulmates 
Childish games…
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The best ones…
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Not best, just awful. Take care 🙂
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Sometimes it’s what I need… 😉
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Painful lessons. No more.
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Pain can be OK under certain circumstances 😀
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Ooo! “So many fears are hiding In the shivers of my soul…” How delicious! That was provocative and yet innocent at the same time. Well done!
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🙂 ❤
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There’s no little fall, it more like when Antony says, “And oh, what a fall there was, my countrymen!”
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In fact, this is the kind of situation in which you can only evaluate the depth of the chasm once you are in free fall and it’s already too late…
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It’s like the supernova rule I mentioned a few posts ago. 🙂
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🙂
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And, by the way, you know my first name…
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I hadn’t thought it to be a contraction.
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Yep… 😜
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