Nicholas Wayde Turner 24
Soulmates - Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner 24
I can taste the sweet sour apple on your breath every night before you kiss me.
I can feel your warm lips pressing against mine as you run your hands up and down my body.
I can feel you heart beating against my chest as you hold me tight.
I can hear you breathe as we lay in the dark.
All these feeling are rushing through me like an electric current.
I feel what you feel and see what you see.
You are my soul mate.
You are my everything.
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