on the wander it takes to know when it's time to open back up... the teeter sits on the balance of jumping in to the feel on the hush... going over circumstances as if hesitant to the mixture of emotions being foreign to the texture... knowing the outcome if the head dives in to fast emotion will get lost in the sensation of the pleasure... right left right in a march easing the walks along side an other tapping in to what kinda friend the will be... n it's enough to temp the feeling of need as want sits back n watches the display believe... going beneath the chill of the tenderness where truths linger in the sway... in a bob n weave motion as the defense has gotten used to all the silly lil games... thinking, what would self become in the change of hearts.?. as the possibilities find movement in every single remark... as tones switch from curiosity to comforts wanting to get to the feel of explorations... floating with the flow of respect hoping it in return is more than an invitation...
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