Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing


My fingertips play a melody along your abdomen,
and I am adamant that I will hear you purr before long.
All I really want, is world peace, platinum records, gold rings,
and to hear you whisper my name,
as you leave this realm and start to dream.

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