Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2015
Her little sleepy eyes drooped into their hallowed holes fighting the yawn her quivering lips began to make.

Her pale pink cheeks glowed in the lamp light on her mahogany desk, which she spent most of her time writing her life.

As she licked the taste of the last of her favorite ***** off her white lips, and glanced at the clock, her pen ceased their work and the end of a poems journey began.
Shanijua
Written by
Shanijua  24/F/Brookhaven
(24/F/Brookhaven)   
540
   Ceida Uilyc
Please log in to view and add comments on poems