Believe
Believe
Write on my bare skin, my dear poet, she whispered.
Allow your hands to make me feel like a masterpiece.
Show me, please make me believe.

I am the only one.
Please love me wrong, love me right.
Please whisper pretty words,
true or lies.
Promise me everything,
promise me nothing.
Make my brown eyes come alive with hope,
made my skin burn with desire.
dear poet,
let’s make this night perfect.
Paint a painting of a love,
that was sweet and attempted.

Let’s trick the gods,
show them.
You and I had found the utopia of the kiss,
the embrace.
Dancing Coyote
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Thank you my friend.
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Sensational!!
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I agree dear Yassy.
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
Feeling a bit transported with this song and these words, very uplifting. Thanks, John! As always, the romance in this piece is wonderful to immerse myself in! π Enjoy everyone!
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I agree, a wonderful poem dear Susi.
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β€ And that song! Had me dancing in my chair. π
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This leaves me weak. Well-done, John!
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Thank you Susi. I appreciate the comment.
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You are very welcome, John! This is the stuff that we all dream reality was made of. π
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Wow
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Thank you for reading and I appreciate the comment.
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