My love, your voice is delicate like the wind brushing against my delicate skin
Like the gentle touch of a feather
The calm sea caressing my naked body
Washing it dry of all its imperfections
A flame flickering in the pitch black with her glowing embers fluttering
Dancing high
-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...
