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106. I Love You More Than Life
by Kea Campbell

Your smile makes me blush in my dreams. Your smile is the reason I dream. At nights I dream of your smile.

You make loving hard. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You make loving anyone else impossible.

Your touch is all I think about. Your touch makes me never want to quit thinking. And when I'm not thinking of your touch, I'm dreaming of your smile.

Your eyes gloss over my body, polishing every inch. You accept every inch. You love every inch.

My eyes are blessed by your sight. My glance hugs your waist. Resting on your collar bone, wrapping around your waist, holding your hips, brushing your thighs.


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107. Withheld
by Kea Campbell

There's a horrifying creak that grows more brittle in unwelcome and unkind time.
It's ripping apart at each ablated site and teases my mind with the end of my time.

Muffled through my chest are groans, exhausted, weak, and flooding with pain.
No one does realize, and I won't tell a soul, that one ghost pump could mark my final day.

It's a blessing to wake up and think, because it means you still know you're alive.
So take advantage of all the ways to twist your brain and exercise your mind's inclines.

It's a blessing to see, taste, touch, and smell; so, experience the earth while you still can.

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My Moon
by Vic Payne

As a child you learn that the moon is pretty important,
It controls the tides,
The night,
And all the sciency shit I can no longer remember.

The moon is needed by the earth like I need you,
You give me light in the darkness,
You guide me through the waters of life,
You keep me grounded and safe.


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107. Withheld
by Kea Campbell

There's a horrifying creak that grows more brittle in unwelcome and unkind time.
It's ripping apart at each ablated site and teases my mind with the end of my time.

Muffled through my chest are groans, exhausted, weak, and flooding with pain.
No one does realize, and I won't tell a soul, that one ghost pump could mark my final day.

It's a blessing to wake up and think, because it means you still know you're alive.
So take advantage of all the ways to twist your brain and exercise your mind's inclines.

It's a blessing to see, taste, touch, and smell; so, experience the earth while you still can.

......

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106. I Love You More Than Life
by Kea Campbell

Your smile makes me blush in my dreams. Your smile is the reason I dream. At nights I dream of your smile.

You make loving hard. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You make loving anyone else impossible.

Your touch is all I think about. Your touch makes me never want to quit thinking. And when I'm not thinking of your touch, I'm dreaming of your smile.

Your eyes gloss over my body, polishing every inch. You accept every inch. You love every inch.

My eyes are blessed by your sight. My glance hugs your waist. Resting on your collar bone, wrapping around your waist, holding your hips, brushing your thighs.


......

Continue reading
My Moon
by Vic Payne

As a child you learn that the moon is pretty important,
It controls the tides,
The night,
And all the sciency shit I can no longer remember.

The moon is needed by the earth like I need you,
You give me light in the darkness,
You guide me through the waters of life,
You keep me grounded and safe.


......

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  • Vic Payne
    Vic Payne (1 poems about Grateful)
    November 4, 1994-Wiltshire, UK