Ecriture Feminine

Gently flowing conversations
Convert the open space 
To air blowing kisses
Words move through my
Body. my soft hands and
Softer lips come
Together explicating 
my Love for you. 
In this home we
Are two makers. 
Hell bent on
Creating Life for
Our own human 
Existence. 
Right now, all we have 
Is each other. Two young
Lovers sharing space
And time constructed by
Our own two Manicured
Hands. 
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