"fogbow" poems
I’m surrounded by a storm.
his soft lips
gentle nips
The subtle touches feel warm.
I’m surrounded by a breeze.
his growling sound
carnal cries drown
The needy aches feel ease.
I’m surrounded by a fogbow.
his smoky eyes
riding out highs
The shared worlds feel a glow.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC