Voyeurism Poem by Mita Diran

Voyeurism



She listens with an open eye
He colours with a different skin
With limbs that tangle, intertwine
They are nothing in between

She swindles down that path in blue
With trinkets dancing 'round her shoes
They envelope themselves in fur
Make love in this open room

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Egi David Perdana 30 March 2010

Nice poem but short, comment my poem Always love me

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