Saturday, September 10, 2022

Speaking in tongue

Caress me like
the morning light
that saturates
the panes of 
the window 
and drapes golden
across
my porcelain skin
Run your fingers 
through my hair
and whisper softly 
in kisses
speaking in tongue



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