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What he does to me... |
| I close my eyes, shutting out the clouds surrounding me. Heat from your eyes warms my skin, like the sun. As my soul, feeling your energy, begins to soar past the rain dodging electric bolts, yearning to be free, you reach out your hand, lean in for a kiss, and take me where the thunder hides. Written for the Kansaspoet contest. |