What ?
Woman.
Where? Head to toe.
Who ? All things tangible.
Easy on the eyes. on the inside.
On the inside. I smell strong desire. A fire. That flickers
The scent of sweet tangerines. The skin can burn your eyes..
How many have tried? And cried
The floral offering with prickly stem
To hold on tight as palms bled.
But to have the moon in your vision.
As the tide rises with no struggle for decision.
Sunni do you know?
You must know.
Slow and turgid.
Slow and sensuosus.
The power is yours to lose.
They will push your soul
Your will.
Still.
The velvet glove my love.
Stocking feet. My sweet.
Force with inertia.
Abide.
You need nothing but be your
Moniker. From the beauty inside
Your heart is your weakness
Your salvation.
So much to give.
Just live and turn the tide
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
What ?
Woman.
Where? Head to toe.
Who ? All things tangible.
Easy on the eyes. on the inside.
On the inside. I smell strong desire. A fire. That flickers
The scent of sweet tangerines. The skin can burn your eyes..
How many have tried? And cried
The floral offering with prickly stem
To hold on tight as palms bled.
But to have the moon in your vision.
As the tide rises with no struggle for decision.
Sunni do you know?
You must know.
Slow and turgid.
Slow and sensuosus.
The power is yours to lose.
They will push your soul
Your will.
Still.
The velvet glove my love.
Stocking feet. My sweet.
Force with inertia.
Abide.
You need nothing but be your
Moniker. From the beauty inside
Your heart is your weakness
Your salvation.
So much to give.
Just live and turn the tide
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