A gust of air - a force of energy - a magical wind of synergy.
Felt the weight of her --
Potently pushed,
I stumbled a step.
Knocked the air out of me
Electrical butterflies zinging my veins.
Utterly devoured
The taste of her --
Tangled tongues --
A tango --
Breathlessly consumed
With her cherry chapstick lips
The pitter-pat rain of my heart, it stormed within --
Cannonade in my chest
My heart dropped
Beating --
All over me.
Pulse by pulse,
I came alive.
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
Poetry💜🤍🖤 Playing with floating feathers is what I do now. This is small book of miscellaneous/random poetry and prose written with the lens of a demisexual person; writing about love and relationships and overall approach. 🖤🤍💜🏳️🌈 For more poetry...
