Esoteric Poem by Harlequin Rose

Esoteric



Give me your substance...
the gentleness of longing
finds possibilities
where your fingertips end
the sweat on my skin
damp with the taste of sin
we are our own secret...again.

Thursday, August 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: longing
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