Warm tender flesh its touch so elegantly strong...
That gentle skin weavs it's threads into satin's grace, it prolongs.
And it swirls and twirls in captivating motions,
making you feel such complex array of emotions...
Its gaze compels with fervent desire, Enraptured by the fabric's rosy attire.
Enveloped wholly, lost in gentle embrace,
the ribbon's cut severs all sense of space.
The words softly rustle when the ribbon rubs
its tender lips...
Those delicate whispers
of a slithering snake announcing, it soon will swirl around you in your filled with silence ears.
The touch of silk tingling yet paralysing
that vulnerable skin that thrives the lovely and lively, be it mesmerizing.
The bind so feminine and gentle, binds so strong.
"Oh, an elegantly packed, beautiful bookey of sences."
"What the hands of a florist can do?"
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My Flowers After Rain
Poetry"My Flowers After Rain" is an evocative collection of love poems. Let yourself get immersed in the tender words of love, where emotions bloom like delicate flowers. With each poem, the reader is transported to a different landscape where the tapestr...
