veiled behind the barbs of acacia
the river bathes in the lazy sun
she's a thousand years or more
but knocks my heart's door
like a flirtatious teen
*come deflower me
bare me in your poetry
wear me on your skin*
soon she would be lost to the sky
leaving on the banks echoes of her lust
i pause for a piece of her
before my dream turns to dust!
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
veiled behind the barbs of acacia
the river bathes in the lazy sun
she's a thousand years or more
but knocks my heart's door
like a flirtatious teen
*come deflower me
bare me in your poetry
wear me on your skin*
soon she would be lost to the sky
leaving on the banks echoes of her lust
i pause for a piece of her
before my dream turns to dust!
a river (my cover photo)
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