Non-Erotic PoetryFallingAs I clutch at the flesh that's just surrounding my breast, wind escapes my lungs, as my foot leaves solid ground as if slipped off ladder rungs, limbs now suspended in air, will I be hurt? Will I survive? At this point do I care?, so many scenarios that travel through my mind, then I see a vision of my angel and I know I shall be fine! So I relax and just enjoy the wind on my face the butterflies in my tummy the feeling of no longer knowing!
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