Somewhere down the line they changed
My name to a masquerading emptiness.
I felt lost, the name disagreed with me.
Claims to beauty were for you my soft dove.
You felt naively. Your naivety was beauty
All consuming, powerful, harmless, fatal
Delicate, floating, vibrant, awesome!
I would fill my emptiness with expressions
And songs for every unreflected motion
That you unleashed upon the drowsy desires
Infecting those who had given up on beauty.
This is an invocation! Rise like a wave! Engulf me!
Naivety! I yearn to forget! Kiss me again…
Forgetful. Restful. A breast full of life…
Kiss me again…
Story Of The Footloose 
Ahh! Lovely, someone would be so blessed to have these words written for them.
Tamara ❤
Thank you dear Tamara. 🙂
You are so welcome; my pleasure to read it!
Tamara ❤
Oh yes, you are an Ocean…no doubt in my mind! 🙂
Thank you kind Natasha. 🙂
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