Do you talk sexy to yourself when you read past works? I do.
It's too beautiful to let it slide.
~~~
His lips on my cheek
resonated colours. I
was careful to watch
where his hands would
stay: beneath my waist
or at the curve of my ribs.
Only his lips were on my
body. When he removed it,
I felt a part of me leave with
him. The dead forest between
my legs sprung to life. I stood
there watching him leave from
my window blinds.
Whew! That was a lot to take
in one night.
~~~
End of first date.
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Petals in a Slave
PuisiA collection of poems inspired by the hidden treasures within a soul. Not everyone is aware of the petals they can grow from within.
