Poezie
I Love It
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I love it when she smiles,
though she’s such a tease.
I love it when she kisses me,
though her lips make me lose myself.
I love it when she whispers,
bringing the soft memory of bliss
back into a faller’s life.
For I am a faller.
Am one of those
who seek out their heart,
determined to break up
the pieces still standing.
I love it when she breathes,
for breath of life like hers
no one could ever offer.
I love it when she speaks,
though words are not always
as smooth as we would have them.
I love it when she laughs –
a rain of happiness pouring into my soul
and drowning all sorrow.
The soul... such a strange thing...
And yet we keep wishing for its peace.
Haunted by ghosts of the past,
it strives to endure...
it strives to exist.
I love it when she touches me,
for in her touch I find
incredible pleasure.
I love it when she takes me,
and always yearn to give her more.
I love her.
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