Poetry gives me the chance to develop a creation and articulate feelings. I enjoy the craft. It is thrilling to me.
Sensation Hairs jumping out of my skin. It’s not what we do, it’s when. I feel every stroke like a breeze. Funny how you just know, exactly where to please. It is skin to skin you and I crave. If only this sensation was something, we both could save. It is the small details that mean the most. I see an angel, your body is just the host. The sensation I feel is jumping inside. The kind that makes a man put away his pride.
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