Is It Poetry
Around The Ring - Poem by Is It Poetry
Slightly twisted, getting up, she comes off.
Having more than only parted glossy lips.
She enjoys his need,
to see her watch them slightly tremble.
Which leaves the neighbors open staring.
Nothing is dissociated, by them.
which is caught around the ring.
And from where I sleeping am.
I see them watching through the window.
As the windows are being cleaned
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