I am blessed today.
With life, friends and family.
Gratitude expressed!
Look to the heavens.
Breathing in the new days grace.
Blessid awareness.
I know where he is.
Yet, his presence is absent.
I long for his touch.
I’m turning him on.
Pushing all of his buttons.
He’s undoing mine.
Fingertips on skin.
Slowly drag from point to point.
No compass needed.
We don’t speak often.
Our past has its own language.
Spoken in silence.
He shoots and he scores.
Mother cries, "Not my baby!"
Shooter still at large.
That smell in the air.
Passion and pheromones blend.
Intoxicating.
My magic potion.
Caused an odd proclaimation.
Let Ashlyn tell you.
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