NaPoWriMo Day 26: Engage all five senses

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In loose formation, shoulders almost grazing,

Cigarettes and sweet dulce de leche cups of coffee,

Soft hand resting shoulder, birds weaving melodies,

I yearn to taste your lips like honey,

Hear the grumble of your voice,

Soft and sweet, lips meet and rejoice,

I trust the currents of wind to blow you as is meant to be,

Time will tell if you will be my fate or a pearlescent step on the road of my history

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