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Tempestuous Meander

Greg Prince
2 min readJun 27, 2019


Passion sustained and upholding.

Hand on the small of her back.
She arches into me.
Feel her tremble.
Ecstacy pours like liquid happiness over us.
The unjust have a place.
Eyes flutter in anticipation.
Rhythm thumps in the air.
Wonder touches our inside in distinct separation joined in screams.
Delight cascades like a rocket jumping fire.
Toes clenching and shaking.
Minds are aching.
Touch is simple and thrilling.
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Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.