I'm Tormented by the warmth of your body, Your countenance is the first thing I want to catch in this lonesome bedroom. You painted me blue like the troches your bearing to escape the vicious globe that we couldn't wobble, therefore this is all my penmanship and none of this is real. Make me feel like a woman and brush your lips on every part of my faulty skin. Touch me and tell me I'm lovely and I will venerate every inch of you.
YOU ARE READING
IDYLLS
PoetryI'm not that good at doing description but I appreciate it a lot if you stop by this poet book that I've written :))
