as a note, leapt off the page,
joining the screech, in disbelief .
Ongoing heat, allowed a lot of sweating,
while all the letting go, freely, turned the music on.
As it licked the fascinating beat excitingly, assisting in wetting up the sheets, while the music felt highly carried away, a breeze blew a kiss, refreshingly.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose-My way with words.
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