Meantime, words woke me up this morning, tumbling around in my head, trying to arrange themselve somehow.
Never written poetry and don't know what this is. But here it is.
Your kisses distill pleasure.Touch, textures, tastes boil together,
Producing a tincture of delight
While time slips by
Unnoticed.
3 comments:
umm, I believe THIS is poetry....
Oh I've been too chicken to write poetry. I love your line about touch, textures, tastes boil together. Thanks for sharing.
ok this poem is nice but...
what about the coach...what happens next?!?! get with it women! it's been since Sunday already! :)
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