#guava
She comes in waves.
In vibration, pulsating;
In a silken grave.
Writhing, in pain and in pleasure;
Gyrations, a grind of leisure.
Bucking in the saddle;
Riding hard, and giving pressure.
On the range, right at home;
One who meets the measure
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
Emerald city's genuine goddess of all things green
Slept upon a grassy field where does live flowers yellow
beside the greatest garden ever generously growing
sweet green grapes,
ginger, guava, greens, and ginseng
underneath a starry constellation comforter
contentedly
with a soft lullaby from a nice nightingale ,
and a warm smile from an adoring mystical moon
She slept soundly the whole night through
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC
I've forgotten the way your lips taste,
And the greatest hardship of all
Is waiting for a reminder
That isn't coming.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC