Tell of secrets burning thy throat,
release such forbiddances upon knees: devote,
stifle carelessly on clouds afloat,
ecstasy speaks a thousand notes,
louder forms speed from every inch.... stroked;
dancing on seething oaks,
exertion reassuring beneath sheets steamily soaked,
Was it everything as one had hoped?
YOU ARE READING
Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PuisiA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
