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Being Intimate A Poem
Being Intimate A Poem He wants to know What I want In my own words. I cannot just provide A dictionary definition Of being intimate. He wants the words That I am thinking Of what I am feeling. I really wanted it To be simple But in my heart I know that is Far from so. How can I tell him That sex is not The ultimate goal? It may be a steppingstone To a deeper connection That I crave Of how I want Our souls to relate. An intimate relationship Don't be scared by The ship at the end. We can always start off With an inflatable raft Or one of those Pink flamingoes That they showed On Kelly And Ryan. Would that not be fun To just glide for a while Without a care On some pristine lake Or river that had few waves? So you want to know What is in my mind And what I want? It is just us sharing Our time with moments Laughing And learning And sometimes If it happens, Crying For serious shit Does occur. As we all know And hugging And kissing And touching That comes natural. Our bodies and minds They are connected And being intimate Will be the action And reward. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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I like the idea of floating on a raft. Just letting things go with the flow. It'll be cold and'll cause a draught. Just cuddle together, take it slow.
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Very nice poem...
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to chart the course of a holiday to fall in love and be intimate there need not be some greater detail in fact the plans of people often fail for trying to hard to match the set course we had seen life changes us of course.... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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