Blood red lips,
Pink tinged cheeks
She was the epitome
of a kiss.
Feather light touch.
A voice the sound of wind,
chiming through the blue sky.
Eyes the color of commodity.
A raw colour of intensity.
She would never be bought.
Never be tamed.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Poesía"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
