avikal
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Joined: November 2022 Last seen: 9 months ago

Submitted Poems 2 total

Spirit Descending It comes and strikes you. Your eyes suddenly open to see that which is, the world is transfigured and everything is resplendent with the grace of God. Or it comes as a gentle whisper, soft as a breeze that flows under your skin and melts your... – *by Avikal Costantino*	4 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I am not Speaking of Love I am not speaking of love. I know the curves of her body; they fill my hands. I know the surrender of her throat and the invitation of her hips. I know the moistness in her eyes and the ocean between her thighs and the lingering and the... – *by Avikal Costantino*	6 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

It comes and strikes you.
Your eyes suddenly open to see that which is,
the world is transfigured and everything
is resplendent with the grace of God.
Or it comes as a gentle whisper,
soft as a breeze that flows under your skin
and melts your...

– by Avikal Costantino

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added 1 year ago

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I am not Speaking of Love

I am not speaking of love.
I know the curves of her body;
they fill my hands.
I know the surrender of her throat
and the invitation of her hips.
I know the moistness in her eyes
and the ocean between her thighs
and the lingering and the...

– by Avikal Costantino

6 Views

added 1 year ago

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