I touched her skin and she let me.
Mapping her small flaws and imperfections with my finger tips..
She asked if I came back because she was familiar
and I breathed in her scent... my tongue gently tasted her,
Oh yes...I loved her familiarity.
Lovely and delicate how you make this sound so deliciously innocent. Well written scribe. PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sensual in your compose... breathtaking in its essence... what a delicious image that you create in the mind's eye... a wonderful pen... thank you.