Midday Poem by Bree Z Love

Midday



Hear my steps as I cross your mind.
Feel the tickling of my tongue slipping whispers of verses;
along your spine.
Gentle blowing escapes air and enters your heartbeat.
Quicken with each rhythmic beat as yoni grips and glides with each  pulse.
Pause....
As, I run across your mind in the
mid-thought of a day.

Tuesday, April 30, 2019
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Bree Z Love

Bree Z Love

Chicago, Illinois
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