Messing around
On a Friday afternoon
The days plans
Frayed from their stitches
His language
begs my translation
His language
begs my translation
As he runs his fingers
Intoxicating my lips
My hair a mask onto his face
Bargaining with translucent hours
To play in bed a little longer
Eyelashes flattery
The creamy delicacy
Of hands
Possessing ankles
And smiles
Strangers dissolving
Hips introduced
Touches dig and swell
No trapped doors
Just a one bedroom castle
Like they say
The best plans
Are the ones we never made
Souldier Girl 
This is as far back as this handheld time machine could take me this morning. If I had a month to sift through your work, I don’t know what it would be enough….you have such amazing talent SisterHeart…but it’s not really a talent so much as just who you are. Beautiful Shieldmaiden, so proud to know you. ❤
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You are so sweet to me. Your time here and all your kindness has meant so much to me. Every time my hearts lifts :))
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Seeing you happy lifts my heart as well! So we are even!! 🙂 Love you, Shieldmaiden!
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Ha! Ok sounds wonderful! Love to you too E.
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