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Write your lustful words with the invisible ink of your tongue upon every part of my body, until my mouth begins to moan every single letter in poetry.

Daniela Senick

I knew it was real love the moment I could bare myself to you naked (without taking my clothes off) and I could show you all my scars (the ones that are invisible to the naked eye) and you loved me even more.
DANIELA SENICK

Love Moment Myself Naked Real Scar Yourself
Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
DANIELA SENICK

Healing Poetry Scars Tragedy Write
Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.
DANIELA SENICK

Bloom Broken Heart Healing Hope Patience Plant Seed
Before you let someone dive too deep in depths of your soul, make sure he knows how to swim.
DANIELA SENICK

Deep Depth Dive Himself Soul Swimming Yourself
Poetry has its own language which can only be understood, when you read it with your heart and feel it within your soul.
DANIELA SENICK

Feel Heart Language Poetry Soul
I can feel you in every part of my body. I do not know how you do it, that you still linger deep inside of my veins bones DNA without even being beside me. But you do and I love that.
DANIELA SENICK

Body Bone DNA Feel Linger Love Myself Part Vein Yourself
LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
DANIELA SENICK

Listen Silence Speak Volume
I turned my scars into wisdom, and my past into lessons learnt.
DANIELA SENICK

Learn Lesson Past Scars Wisdom
Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
DANIELA SENICK

Broken Heart Destiny One Liner Poetry
Whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.
DANIELA SENICK

Feel Fire Glow Myself Paper Pen Poetry Sensual Thought Yourself
Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.
DANIELA SENICK

Bleed Dry Ink Knife Pain Sharp Writer
In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.
DANIELA SENICK

Blush Moon Night Romance Sex Soul Togetherness
Sometimes I write Because I don’t know what I’m feeling deep inside, or because I feel too many different feelings at the same time. And if I read it then it may make sense and will help me understand, what’s going on in my heart and head.
DANIELA SENICK

Different Feeling Head Heart Myself Read Writing
Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.
DANIELA SENICK

Art Broken Heart Heart Mess Pieces Poet
They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.
DANIELA SENICK

Chaos Fall Poetry Run
I was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.
DANIELA SENICK

Always Brave Deep Enough Strong

Write your lustful words with the invisible ink of your tongue upon every part of my body, until my mouth begins to moan every single letter in poetry.

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