Blogging · poetry · Prose · short · Thoughts Into Rhapsodies… January 31, 2018January 31, 2018 Cyranny All I needed was the sweet sight of my name, laying on your lips to go into rhapsodies about you… For on my soul you had left a kiss. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
And the taste of those lips Between slips Of the tongue Inhabits my dreams How I wish I was young LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Cyranny's Cove 
And the taste of those lips
Between slips
Of the tongue
Inhabits my dreams
How I wish
I was young
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And you say you’re not a poet…. Allow me to think otherwise 😉 xx
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