Rebel is my peace of mind,
disguised in missing pieces that twist in between freckles,defying mysteries curved in my mistress breasts that taste like the sweetest nectar there is for my lips kiss
For my tongue to taste
Profound it'd be to be found
With an ounce of somebody's ele love but of my mistress
My beloved mistress
The sun adores your brownish skin
The moon envies the light in your Hazel Eyes
Wich I await with delight
O,what I wouldn't do to drink from your voluptuous breasts again.
"The world is beautiful as it is cruel"
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Roses of Sharon
PoesiaHow should one begin to introduce such a collection of riddled poems? Well,read following thoughts "painted in words" are cries, ideologies that demanded to be shared. Each unique in it's own way. Some a tainted with sorrows and wonders,some...
