Bring it, Universe.
This beats being protected within the context of “I’ll protect you in exchange for the right to control you.”
So, I’ll bring the winsome smile and let the rest come along. I’ll be the flower just being a beautiful flower and let the bees and the rain and the sun come to me.
Yes.
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“Don’t give up on me and I won’t give up on you.” ~Michael Franti The world is not ending because the banks are corrupt. (Greed has always existed and is rapidly being replaced by sharing. You’ll see.) The world is not also not ending because fish and birds are dying. (They die all the time…
Lover, paint me with your desire! Write your poetry on my flesh– with your teeth. Lover, splash with me in the puddles of life! Explore the landscape of my earth– with your tongue. Lover, play with me with deviant innocence! Write your opus with whispers of song– to my heart. Lover, come to me now…
there was the music and the word play (and the laughter) there was the cat toy with the feathers (and how it came to life) there was the teasing and the falling into (and your sleepy eyes) there was the offer and the play (and the kisses) and now… i can’t stop smiling thank you…
