Currency of the World in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

  • Oct. 8, 2020, 6:47 a.m.
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If thoughts were the currency of the world, I would see you wealthy beyond measure.

Every moment we shared beneath the hanging crescent moon and Summer-kissed sky leaves me lost and on unsteady feet.

Your body is as lithe as your wit, and your soul sparkles most when the darkness longs to drink away the cheer.

I commit you to memory because in the end that is all we have and what you shall be.

The most vibrant of memories in the worst of days. In that way, you will always be the most unforgettable woman that I have had the pleasure of having.

No greater feast than covering every inch of your legs with my hands and my lips across your waist. Prying apart your thighs to taste your excitement before I fuck you into the most enjoyable exhaustion.

I want you now and forever.

My hand within yours and my arms forever extending the invitation of want.

If thoughts were the currency of the world, I would see you wealthy beyond measure.

Rich with pleasure.

Such a costly want.

Such a guilty pleasure.

© Brian Milici
October 8, 2020

May you always find your smile.


Last updated October 08, 2020


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