The touch of his whispering fingers inside the river between my souls
The kissee between my thighs the way he found his home
The intense thrusts of his eyes inside mine the milk dripped down his tounge until i drank them whole
The flowers closed their eyes the earth blushed and the moon felt shy
When he undressed my soul that night
When he kissed my breast like bees to its flowers before drinking its sweetest nectar
The way his fingers whispered the moonlight to guide him inside my tunnels in the dark aura of fear he gushed all his strength inside me
And all i felt was a cry of laughs inside my veins
The arms reached my neck like a snake to its beloved prey , it would embrace me until my visions lose their ways
The tied up bedsheet wanted to run away while the world sat and heard our prays
A sinful prayer on my lips
The dawn kissed the dusk
And he kissed my soul
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Burning water
Puisia set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
