Steel Grey

Yorke

I echo your curves,
fluids push into every corner.
You hold,
your stance, immaculate.

I am cocooned in your harmony,
your stability.
You flatter me.

I fill you with the highest of energy,
we revel in our chambers of combustion.

We are not fossils yet.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2015 02:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Yoki

    Una sutil y sensual toque en su escritura ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • Yorke

      Thank you for reading, thank you for your kind reply๐Ÿ˜‰



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