Lips that caress the curve of the rawness of the earth. Something of beauty when I can embrace such compatibility whirling around these parts, like salt on iron I’d say. As I move into my sweet spot…into my state of l-o-v-e, I know how to move alright, didn’t come instantly but once you realize that you are and will always hold space in the vastness of it all it becomes sweet indeed. In the lucidness of it all, the dream of God will make you aspire to have it all. May you shift benignly into the infinite possible ways to love, recognize (and chuck it all) they are only in a state where they do not know of so sip, ahh and repeat until then.
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