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Tempestuous Meander

Greg Prince
2 min readJun 27, 2019

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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.
Looks locked…

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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.