Soft ivory skin glows in the sun light,
So delicate but so bright,
The shy soul walks by,
Such a delicate flower,
With other intentions filled her head,
Her words are very loud, yet her body so shy.
This is no lie.
Listen to her when she says no,
Listen to her when she talks,
Passion fills her lungs and heart,
It pours out of her mouth and takes you away.
This is what she has to offer,
Her words a melody, her body a flower.
She is blooming while the birds sing.
Soft ivory skin, some would say just as soft as the petals of her flowers.
Just listen...you will hear her heart...beating with passion.
-JB
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Sweet and sour feelings
PoetryThis is a poetry book filled a with a lot of original poems written by me. The dark times, the sour times and also the sweet times. A lot of feelings dipped on my pen and scribbled on my paper or my computer keys.
