Dewy drops sprung from her eyes --
Like the gentle pitter-patter of rain
Fell, tender romantic desires.
Sultry poetry written on her skin;
Her fingertips a pen.
Sensual breathless music sung.
Secret sunlit kisses hummed.
Her ears - a chest - of her love.
--- Ink and Wander
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Poetry - inking my soul (1)
PoesiaI am trying my hand at original poetry, because sometimes the heart and soul demand to speak even when you refuse to. This is my first collection - and it consists of 20 poems. I have written more than 20 which should have been part of this collecti...
