She lies
magnificently,
feminine poetry,
so beautiful
in snapshot.
I feel her every word,
fiery fingertips
swirling a tempest
& I am smitten,
yet so frustrated,
I cannot touch
her luscious lips.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
She lies
magnificently,
feminine poetry,
so beautiful
in snapshot.
I feel her every word,
fiery fingertips
swirling a tempest
& I am smitten,
yet so frustrated,
I cannot touch
her luscious lips.
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