Waves flow, writing gushes, scattering rhyme like fine mist lines of regret rescind into the sea while verses of love crest and fall like the heaving of young ******* temptations crash upon rocks daring to be undressed by your eyes one should be careful not to get dragged into the underbelly of this ocean where sirens sing their enchanted songs and pirates wait upon shorelines for your loot there is no escape now that you've been ****** in
All poetry under the names Lori Carlson or Iona Nerissa are the sole property of Lori Carlson. Please seek permission before using any of my writings. ~Lori Carlson~