CompassA Poem by Ally MoniqueCuddling, at its finest.Here, the sound of melting thoughts chime words warmer than honey and, sweet nothings pour out of lips, that are anything but empty. Tangled knees wrap around the wrinkles of a cottonwood blanket; continents of skin lie underneath, joining together like Pangea, they are one, Two lovers wanderlust for skin left dusty and dry; Sinking into each other's compass, no land was left unexplored. © 2020 Ally MoniqueFeatured Review
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Added on July 22, 2014Last Updated on May 5, 2020 AuthorAlly MoniqueINAbout"Everyone experiences who you appear to be, few experience who you really are." more.. |


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