When words r a bit to much. N all that's needed is a gentle touch. Its simply feelin the luv in the middle of bein flush that gives the calmin rush. In a moment when bein luv'd is a need. N freein unanswered questions asked within untold dreams ins the way arms r wrapped as u tilt to lean. Damn near fallin n closer to an other than life can be. Its when the comfort makes the difference. To be felt the same as self in a breif sigh of silence. Its havin deliverance in an embrace that emotions find more than the callin of balance....... unwindin into a perfect alliance.
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