Swing me back and swing me forth;
Travel all the way up north;
Treasure every single curve,
Electric lights attack my nerve.
Those ocean eyes are on my neck.
I'm struggling to keep myself in check.
Cold, hot drops running down my skin,
Making me feel an unfamiliar spin.
The salt is burning in my veins,
Losing all of my constraints.
Looking up, the stars, they shine with glee.
I'm giving in, letting the waves have me.
- Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
