She taught me how to feel with the soul,
Cupid’s arrow missed my heart;
Funny cause Cupid never misses,
But
Cupid had aimed for my Heart’s heart
the Soul,
There’s Something about how our Souls’ intertwined,
Her figure is a Bewitching Hourglass,
her Fingers met mine,
fitted in my palms like they were ment,
See,
she Filled my Skips,
Held me tight until we were sharing shadows,
I still See her Shadow in mine,
I still miss her when i breath,
the Mate to my soul,
My mouth misses
her warm Soft Kisses,
Her Smooth flawlessly flawed skin,
the Rhythmic tune of Our Breaths,
even in my dreams
I still long,for her heavenly Sensationing touch,
See,
I realised
My Bed was Half Full,
Cause all along
she was the “Fully Fill,
Poet Rays ?.
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