Dear Mixed Brains you gain,
Headless sky
watches eye of you
back is your hand smiling
tempting my skin to weep it's cuts
cloth of white you smack of lips in pout.
Weapon loves in hand
brandished sterile razors clips
raising ship
your wish manipulates tight nerves unseen
but by only you
face of masks is room of dare
others watch unknowingly wipes browless eyes.
Concentration
felts cloth a blot of your reward
to render
pleasures gown
costless those twin peaks budding growth
dripping me
slowly down your arms held by cups unseen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very eroticly penned piece. Hope she was worth it? LOL God Bless, Linda