Your skin percieved me
right;
even better than
words;
that wrapped so solid
tight;
enchants sweeter than
curse;
so better shut your
fright;
and scream your heated
hurts;
until our limbs all
tied,
until no space could
burst,
for no prayers are
might;
beyond these earthly
thirsts,
might get thirsty all
night;
quenching fleeting
flirts.
100-Petal Flower
By sherwin_mago
Poetry is a sense-blossoming flower that never wilts. More