Suggestion Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Suggestion



Maybe we will create a blog fitting our common needs, when any? I am drying away without your fingers upon me. I want when less words. Just embodiment of secrets. You treat me as if exist at the realm of your personal zion. I don't. I want some touches. Movements. Not briskly. Lingering. Without your skin at me I am disappointed all the time.

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