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“Exist” . In love with the idea of you. With the taste of your kiss. In love with the idea of you. With the taste of your kiss. In love with the thought of you. With the touch of your hands. In love with the dream of you. The one who’d shape my bliss. In love with the version of you. That I know, does not exist. In love with the version of you. That I know, does not exist. ~kvp . #poetry #poet #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetsloft #poetryporn #poets_community #instapoet #igpoets #communityofpoetry #poetsociety #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsglobe #poetstribe #wordswithqueens  #igpoetry #poetsdaily #poetryofinsta #poetrypunch #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #womenwhowritepoetry (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CK9yZIRFJD4/?igshid=c34jl9mjobq6

Daily prompt - create Micro Erotica stories *** todays word *** 480 - Smile #Erotica280 It’s just you and I. Here under the moon. Your hands trailing Down my thigh. My hand curled in your hair. Out of breath, Panting. You stop and look at me. You brush a tendril of hair Away from my face, and smile. And that’s when I knew. . Kim V. Poetry . #globalagepoetry #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetsloft #poets_community #communityofpoetry #poetsociety #bleedingsoulbuds #poetrycommunity #newcopoetry #poetryofinstagram #poetssociety #instapoem #packpoetry #poetsdaily #evepoetrygroup #poetryofinsta #bymepoetry #elitepoetry #thepoetsanonymous (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKEKS5Elnh8/?igshid=1vugegwxfl5xp

Uncomfortable in my own skin. Anxiety floods my system. There are days when I’m afraid of my own shadow. Scared of the future. Nervous about tomorrow. There are also days when I feel powerful. When I feel like a lioness. When I don’t allow my mind to overpower me. When I don’t let it lie to me. Those are the days when I’m at my best. But what about the other days? When I’m afraid and small. I’m ashamed and distressed. Those are the days when I tell myself that I’m not good enough. Not talented enough. I know, in my heart, those words aren’t true. But damn it’s overwhelming. Maybe I just need to rest. Rest my mind and my heart. Give myself time to breathe. I suppose it’s not that simple. If it was everyone would be sane. Everyone would be the same. My crazy makes me different. It makes me weird and awkward. It makes me laugh and sob. It makes me… Me. . Kim V. Poetry . https://www.instagram.com/p/ByFsktOF1bt/?igshid=xtyt159n8gdm

“I Am” . Moonlit face. Flushed cheeks. The taste of honey on your tongue. The way you bite your bottom lip. Thick fringe of dark eyelashes. Curious blue eyes. The way your dark hair illuminates in the light. Hushed tones. Low voices. The way you speak. You are Art. A Masterpiece. My Muse. The one who inspires my words. Because you ignite me. A slow burn brought to full flame. My Muse. The one my dreams frame themselves around. The one my words flow onto paper for. Without you, I AM without. With you, I AM. . Kim V. Poetry .https://www.instagram.com/p/ByDRIFTATvD/?igshid=t5decgp6xcr9

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