Truest Love Poem by Madrason .

Truest Love



Untied were my strings
and my love for thee
made my breast feel free
you did not grasp me
like a fig you did not pick
but like olives in a bowl
you wanted, rendered me
nakedly flowing upon
a wave, just Once. M

Monday, August 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Madrason .

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