Sheherezade

Peter Balkus

 

Arabian nights
live in her eyes,
her presence feels
like paradise.

Like paradise
smells her dark hair,
her skin is soft,
heaven she spares.

Heaven she spares
for thirsty me.
I kiss her hands
and then her lips.

And then her lips
turns into flame
in which I burn,
whispering her name.

  • Author: Peter Balkus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2017 13:28
  • Category: Love
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  • orchidee

    What you up to? You having fun there? Did you meet her?! heehee.



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