She sings
symphonies of sweet surrender
from the smooth stretch
of her slender neck.
Bent beneath the bow,
she bows and begs for freedom
in stinging, staccato screams.
Weeping beneath his chin,
whaling moans,
requiems roaring
from her purfling breast.
Her fine gauge veins tremble
beneath a tender touch,
stoking the flame within her belly,
heavy, heated breaths
heaving from her ribs.
She sparkles in the spotlight,
the rhythm rippling
from back to bridge,
aching to set her sound free.
YOU ARE READING
~ Poems ~
PuisiIn this book, you will find multiple poems written in english (thanks captain obvious). Why do I write in english ? Because I want to improve my english, and because this language works perfectly with poetry in my view. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy...
