Her complexed love
His blonde heart
Their iced intimacy.
She sounds his textured name through the cold water in which she bathes.
He runs to her aid
His temperature compressed as his bare naked body caresses the water.
'Hold me still my dear,
save me from the warmth
oh my beloved.'
-Pure Swami
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Of Sins And Sorrows Part I
PoetryPart I of an original PXS trilogy. Books containing emotions of emptiness, loneliness, love, happiness, depression, addiction, abuse. Poems you can relate to or cry to. A book to draw us all together in pain love and happiness. These poems are stori...
