Mary Angeli Joie Ostan

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Making love under the stars
Make these purple wings so familiar
Stammer a preface to your impatient hands
Impaled by my prattle, as a litany of tongues
...

My body sometimes feels sore,
But it works.
I don't sleep well most nights,
But I do wake up to fight another day.
...

I'm still standing here
While you walked away
I gave you all you ever asked
All in an effort to calm you
...

Tie your heart and soul at night to mine
Please enter to my deepest thoughts
Slowly, profoundly, rhythmically
Explore the contours of my soul
...

I want to have the extremes
Of your love.
I will bruise your lips,
And scar your knees,
...

6.

And my mind wanders.
I tend to think about
Something that happened
4 years ago, or something
...

Supposedly this day is the 8th
Let me take you to my contemplation
A sweet kiss is what sparkled this scene
And our souls that destined to meet
...

I want to forget us,
Act like I never knew you.
But my heart will not
forget the extreme way
...

9.

Scars in my soul,
Will stay forevermore.
Nothing feels right,
I tried, I tried.
...

Whatever may happen,
I will be honest.
I will love deeply
Despite the scars or
...

Let's die a little today.
While we drown each other in sweetness,
We can get in a mood.
We can enter emotional paradise
...

Take me somewhere gloomy
Kiss me softly
Run your fingers through me
Hold me closely
...

My heart was yours
I gave up everything I was
And gave you everything that I owned
Every single breaths, every heart beats
...

There's this story
Of a heartbroken girl
Her heart beats gently
Her eyes so still
...

A kiss is love
For a kiss means i breathe to you
And you breathe for me
The fire that flickers
...

The tears I cry
Will never run dry
I always think of you
And all the hateful things you do
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The Best Poem Of Mary Angeli Joie Ostan

Purple Wings

Making love under the stars
Make these purple wings so familiar
Stammer a preface to your impatient hands
Impaled by my prattle, as a litany of tongues
Imprison my groans, and my ear sleeps
On a bed on your sighs.
Till dawn when sun starts to caress my wishbone
My hair on your shoulder
My thighs asleep on your thighs
Tongues start to desire
And again our soul begin to soar
Together we create something unheard of before
Revealing the same purple wings with glamor.

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