Trying to carry this burdened soul to the greener side, smoking heavy hearts, bloated saggy chest and blood walking feet.
Nappy hair plaited, summer love faded.
This is a scene now, my hands busy enough and my mouth sucking out the breathing beneath your nipples. My fingertips awaken the easthetics around your hips, as my tongue dance to the melody of your lips.
YOU ARE READING
CONSTELLATIONS AWAY FROM REALITY
PoetryA self-entitled declaration of unwanted feelings in monochromic sarcasm and jotted down ink.
