A Rhapsody of Youth.

Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash

So eager to learn of love, too often on my knees. Not willing to fully commit, but everyone has needs. I confused passion for love, far too many times, convicted of sharing too much with too many, but I confess my crimes. In the throws of hormones, those awkward first steps into the carnal flesh, treading upon our own innocents, so ripe we swell, so fresh!

--

--

--

Poet, published writer, artist Native to NC, enjoying coastal living. Decent human being. Grateful. Dwindsorprice@yahoo.com Windsorstudios@wordpress.com

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

Top dating sites & apps — GHOST behind the host

19 Common Things That Can Destroy Your Relationships

Dhanush and wife Aishwaryaa divorced each other after 18 years of marriage

How To Be Your Partner’s Hero

Or maybe I’m wrong about fish. Crows. Bunnies. Jesus.

Brown Situationships

My Best Friend Blamed Her Infidelity on Genetics & Saved Her Relationship

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
D. Wyn Price

D. Wyn Price

Poet, published writer, artist Native to NC, enjoying coastal living. Decent human being. Grateful. Dwindsorprice@yahoo.com Windsorstudios@wordpress.com

More from Medium

Fading Innocence

Grieving is for the living

i think we’re lost