Tonight skin on skin is not close enough. I want to feel you deep within.
DANIELA SENICKIn the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.
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Baby, tonight prepare yourself for a perfect storm, I will come over you like a hurricane with a terrifying force.
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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.
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Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.
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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.
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You will find poems hidden on my whole body, Which I would never be able to put into words and write them out.
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In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.
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Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.
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In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.
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I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.
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When you stumble and fall on your knees, it does not mean you are weak. The only important is your braveness while you stand up again and face it.
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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.
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LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
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She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.
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She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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Poetry has its own language which can only be understood, when you read it with your heart and feel it within your soul.
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