Uncurl, and, unfold,
pretty fingertips stroke
deflower, unmask,
slip between
head tilted back
pink tinted, cushion like, soft
warmth, wet
melting buttercups, and
how you sigh, my imperfect name as I
dive inside your
cast away, makeshift
row boat
take me,
far away,
your waters are high, while my
lips sink low,
mouth open wide, and
tongue at shore.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
