to know
how it might be
to feel you vibrate
inside me
penetrating
every part of me
lost
in fantasy’s
of you
of what we could be
if only…
longing
to know
how it might be
to feel you vibrate
inside me
penetrating
every part of me
lost
in fantasy’s
of you
of what we could be
if only…
longing
poetry by j matthew waters
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Veil Of Politics
surviving schizophrenia
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