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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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passion

The last time

The last time I felt like this I was little Butterflies in my stomach fluttering No net to catch them though They are just free to fly around Fluttering with chaos like my thoughts I don't know what to make... Continue Reading →

Turn up the Heat

Lost in his arms Passion in his embrace Feeling the heat of our sweat The electricity between us Kissing and tasting Our souls intertwining Lost in lust and the heat of the moment Breathlessly grabbing to be closer But there... Continue Reading →

Meeting Destiny

Standing in front of my destiny For so long it felt like deja vu Have I been here before? I seem to recognize you But in that foggy way Where you don't really want to say anything For fear it's... Continue Reading →

The Cabin

I opened the door and felt freedom to my heart. The air outside was cold and crisp which was a stark contrast to the cozy cabin I'd been snuggled up in all day by the crackling fire. As I stood... Continue Reading →

Simple love

Just let me love you more than a bee loves a flower because without some sort of simple love and hope, much like the bee without the flower, and the world without pollen, I might go extinct I just want... Continue Reading →

Empty Bed

I wake up groggy still wishing I was asleep Warm cuddled in my blanket cocoon I roll over and reach for you And my hand falls on an empty bed You have already left and won't be coming back

Taking Time

Time runs fine away like grains of sand thru my hand I cannot catch it and control it any better than the waves are able to on the beach The words allude my pen and are the mistress of moments... Continue Reading →

Home

When coming home to familiar places they aren't familiar faces and even the buildings have now changed but the streets are the same ones you knew so some how, some HOW it still seems familiar Even though nothing in your... Continue Reading →

The Good Life

Every step I take leads me to you Closer and closer although often with wreckless abandon Falling head over feet, no rhyme or reason But merely moving closer Tripping stumbling falling Getting back up, more sure of myself each time... Continue Reading →

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