Hues...
left for my imagination
unzipped invites
the tree of thee
branches blooming with unseemly knowledge
shadows never fade when you are the light
Oh my dearest;
I am grasping our needs as I would wild flowers
skimming the tops and the bottoms for flavors scent
plucking your succor of tender misgivings
holding you like I would my own heart
belly to belly we have known this only in heaven
and I am not far from the passion of royal purple
hues
Linaji