Her gentle naked arm,
With color of the peach,
Stretched in the sun
To the magical fruit of freedom,
in her eyes - curiosity,
on her lips - lust,
on her tongue - desire
to taste the forbidden.
Time and tree were frozen,
No sound, no voice of bird,
No slightest move from above.
:: © Mermaid ::
:: august-13
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
Her gentle naked arm,
With color of the peach,
Stretched in the sun
To the magical fruit of freedom,
in her eyes - curiosity,
on her lips - lust,
on her tongue - desire
to taste the forbidden.
Time and tree were frozen,
No sound, no voice of bird,
No slightest move from above.
:: © Mermaid ::
:: august-13
