Poems from jhensley1995

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To me, writing is the lazy Sunday in a candle-lit bath spent scribbling in a notebook.
I think you’re beautiful in the way of The sun kissing the horizon And the way the leaves dance on the trees during autumn The way...
Wrap me up in your careless tongue Soak me in lust and shower me with intimacy Wring me out of time Hang me out to dry in abandonment...
I once lived in a town with a bar on one end and a church opposite The days were filled with haze and the nights lingered as the hands on...