"draw me," she says
sprawled across the duvet
the silk clings to her skin
every curve, every edge
highlighted and soft
"no, not like this" her eyes glint
dangerous, i think
and the silk falls from her skin
the robe crashing to the floor
she doesn't shiver from the cold
she lays back down
"draw me," she says
my eyes draw her first
following the bends of her body
and then my pencil starts to move along
and i begin to draw
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
