Sneak your peak of my survivor's soul and don't go running for the hills.
The bumps and scars are more than lessons learned, they add spice to what makes me, me.
Lust leaves me longing, so keep it to yourself;
if you want to keep my focus, court my intelligence and my heart may yearn for your caress.
I am me, no more, no less, and I will accept none other from you.
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"the power of silence to create a stronger bond, even than thousands and thousands of words."
I often feel like I drown in words. I wonder how I can discover my own silences.
