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There are meadows sweeping in soft lilly fields and patches of the grass that feel wet all year round- this is where we decide to lay, to nest. I always felt that the sun was blaring down on me, the way it did on the slaves of our past and future but- that demise has long left my spirit and I can only smile with anticipation for tomorrow in hopes it brings me solace and companionship.
The water feels smooth gliding over my body and down my warm, calloused, and parched throat. Your words speak to me in volumes; uninhibited by the sounds of danger seeking us miles ahead. The arms wrapped around every moment that we create provides a barrier- a continuum of hope and providence and we find our meadow leaves grass stains in the form of kisses along every sensitive area you've grown to admire.
There is a shell and if you listen closely with it to your ear this shell not only whispers the language of the ocean but sings a song of our hearts beating in unison. With time it grows louder, until it's a defeaning roar of our names at one another. It makes me smile to hear that sound while laying in our meadow with the wind dwindling by.
The water feels smooth gliding over my body and down my warm, calloused, and parched throat. Your words speak to me in volumes; uninhibited by the sounds of danger seeking us miles ahead. The arms wrapped around every moment that we create provides a barrier- a continuum of hope and providence and we find our meadow leaves grass stains in the form of kisses along every sensitive area you've grown to admire.
There is a shell and if you listen closely with it to your ear this shell not only whispers the language of the ocean but sings a song of our hearts beating in unison. With time it grows louder, until it's a defeaning roar of our names at one another. It makes me smile to hear that sound while laying in our meadow with the wind dwindling by.