I am poetic fragments, remnants from every lifetime I have lived. My heart it gently wrestles with each turn of its page and left in wonder if this is the last of me you read. Wild are my fields unanticipated, like the form of layered flowers pressed amongst pages yet conveyed. My love, come untamed, unconfined. Rearrange these lines, with your lips so I might lay unencumbered, a timeless piece left opened and desired.
Poetry of M 2024
poetry and musings from a sensual soul
A place where words come alive
"I feel the rush of your love through my entirety and I know in this very moment of my existence this is where I belong" - The Creative Chic
the world turns on a word
lines - poems - verse fiction - writing life - reviews
My soul connection/twin flame journey
Welcome to my world.
YOUR BODY IS YOUR TEMPLE
PIECES OF ME...
By. A. A. Thomas
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
A Life in Words
Independent audiovideo artist
My life written through poetry
I Prefer Not To.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Poetry of M 
Beautifully written 🤗
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Thank you, beautiful. Ahh when one has a muse to inspire such writing, it’s a bit euphoric to give it a voice.
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You are welcome, Gorgeous one !! Your muse is lucky and so are you.
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