I love the feel of warm coffee on my lips
Like warm kisses first thing in the morning
It reminds me of waking up with you
Oh, those splendid early hours
With the sun rising and our bodies
streaked with the rays of hope and love
I pull you close and we kiss
Radically connected
Not wanting to let go
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Lines full of love 💕 great job👍
This is sensory-rich piece filled with tenderness. It's creative how you blended intimacy with everyday ritual. I would love to read a companion piece from a different emotional angle!
Very dramatic and sensuous, beautifully written .
This is very beautiful, great job! 👏
Ooh, this is warm and quietly passionate! That “radically connected” line hits deep! ✨
A picture! Nice to see you! The poem? Made me feel that yearning and longing.
Wry lovely 🏆✍️🍀🍀🍀