Her laughter, so angelic.
It spills - golden - from a chalice.
I wish to devour the sound of her voice;
As if tangible.
I'd kiss her breathless. Kiss me - Breathless.
Molten and moulding against my tongue.
Devoursome beauty.
Melodic allure.
Enchanted.
She's a bird.
Wonderous and comely.
--- 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...
