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DATING DIARY: VULNERABILITY

DATING DIARY: VULNERABILITY

Artist picture – Maia Flore // Sleep Elevations 

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. Dead Poets Society

Lying here.. I wonder if it’s meant to be

Or whether its just a dream for me.

These fantasies running around my head

Fill me

As I imagine

You and me…

Running along hand in hand

Along beaches long…

Holding one another tight

You hold me close and tear my tights

With your passion I can feel your breath upon my neck

And I almost choke as my heart.. sticks in my throat

Struggling to break out

As you move your hand down my thigh…

Thoughts of you are lost as I look up to the sky

The clouds form as one and bounce across the horizon

And when I open my eyes… you are gone.

And  you – my dream has left.

And a new fantasy forms… and again… I leave for a new destination…

Just call me Nuwanda.

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