poetry

Ran into My Soulmate..Again

Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled

His words were my words,

his eyes were my soul.

Awkwardly running into one another again, in the icy winter’s, cold.

This time we briefly spoke,

a lingering hello,

as our eyes met thoroughly, introducing a strong hold.

On with the errands,

our made up reason’s to leave,

breaking the long gaze,

from our shared visual speech.

His eyes ran down my body,

a slight nibble, to his lip.

As I lost my breath,

melting right there,

praying not to slip.

Admiring his good looks, physique, and intelligent depth,

filled me of imagery, of loving talks we’d have.

Mind-blowing lovemaking, many locked kisses, cuddling sessions, tons of shared laughs.

Questions of unknown stories,

will simply have to wait.

For again, I met my soulmate,

and felt his reciprocation

for me, also today.

By Tamara Moore

Thinker on the Loose- Reblog

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