Your kisses taste of pomegranate seeds and mango pits of devotion. How bittersweet like blueberry lemonade, when we merge our bodies with one another, making love underneath this oak tree. The mugs of tea crash onto the ground as our love increases. Heart shaped bruises on your skin remind me of the tender raspberries we devoured. For our eternal devotion for one another is fulfilled underneath this oak tree.
~ Taylor-Anne
October 3, 2020.
A/N: Two souls tied in bondage, the fulfillment marking their territories.
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My Heart of Desires | 3
PoesieThis is the third poetry book of mine. Welcome to my journey of self-love and finding happiness. These poems ARE mature. Thank you, my dear readers, for reading my poetry. Created & Published: October 6, 2019. #14 in description 2/10/2020. #114...
