Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
Stars flood the room
When your tongue filled with the knowledge I kissed into you
Passes the nerve
That makes me moan thistles and thorns
You plant seeds beneath my pores
And my body blossoms
When you shower my skin with love
Written by
mariadt  20/F/London
(20/F/London)   
189
   eileen
Please log in to view and add comments on poems