Carnal Cravings
Come closer darling let me tickle you in carnal cravings, let’s boil in bliss of burning blood, let’s be closer, boiling, captured skin on skin let’s fall into the sweetness […]
Come closer darling let me tickle you in carnal cravings, let’s boil in bliss of burning blood, let’s be closer, boiling, captured skin on skin let’s fall into the sweetness […]
A crave once carved on polished gneiss with lips and hips you met my piercing spear; your moan reverbs in rock, a memory embracing we are locked, perhaps in vice […]
I’ve found in you: my songs, my wells of force, you are the breeze and in the way the sand feels warm at dawn; your skin can set the coarse […]
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
Artwork by Jorge Berlato Alone tonight, and the first time he’s cooked for her, She likes how his deft fingers chop, stir…
I might try to look into the window of the train, but I see the reflection of you, the object of my lust. I see how you push a strand […]
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