Lazy afternoon beams of sunlight
A clawfoot tub of liquid silk and steam
Tendrils of smoke easing under the door
A cigarette between red swollen lips
Black rivers digging tracks through power and blush
Trying to remember the feeling of lust
A sun-kissed back canvassed with half moons of fingernails and stab wounds
Turned against me
Vulnerable, bruised flesh exposed under the film of lavender oil
To risk it all for your lover's arms
For stolen moments and broken hearts
The validation, the attention
Conditionally provided
Fruit ripe for picking
See me, my darling
For I am yours for the taking.
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2019 09:01
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Comments2
Great stuff and well expressed!
Hi Dan, thank you. Your comment means a lot. Trying not to just write about my own feelings. Just experimenting a little! Thanks again 🙂
Yeah I'm with you on that but yet somehow we still do! I like to right what I feel no matter what.
Keep it up!
well crafted, well done and well presented....... N
Thank you very kindly. Always appreciate your time.
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