The gruff warmth that they know nothing about.
Body heat like the sun cocooned in a kind of demonstrative
of action and habit somehow smoothing from seldom understood
sanctuary of sensualism and addiction. Somehow holy: the bottom
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A poem thank sinks the feelings called love. Some interesting and well structured lines.
I like that a lot- I wasn't sure as to why the word and feeling of 'sinking' happened while writing this nor why I thought of Hook, Drop and Sink'Er but you have explained perfectly why- thank you.
I find the first line of your last stanza as the kernel of this wonderfulwork! Well penned......10