My skin
Feels like
A tangerine peel.
My senses intoxicated
By citrusy scents
From a zesty pair of eyes.
I'm lost in a lucid dream;
My palms submerged in
An ambiguous reality.
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Citrus and Serendipity | R.Ayman
Poetry"Light like eyes, Your touch like cool lemonade On a hot summer afternoon, Watching me from across the room Like a tangerine scented moon." A light hearted, spontaneous romance. Poetry and purple pink skies, Silk scrunchies and ties that bind. 𝐑.𝐀...
6. Lucid Dream
My skin
Feels like
A tangerine peel.
My senses intoxicated
By citrusy scents
From a zesty pair of eyes.
I'm lost in a lucid dream;
My palms submerged in
An ambiguous reality.
