lust does not
take the form of
a passion fruit
kissing you right
before dawn.
not always, anyway.
you may call me sin
because i touch the
space between my thighs,
but don't you dare try to
stop me.
YOU ARE READING
visions
Poetrythe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
