Thursday 13 February 2020

Surrender : A Poem

Warm lips, tender
upon my flesh,
I crave his plunder
in my dreams afresh.

My strength of wills freeze
& dissipate asunder,
in wild flower breeze
of lethal lavender.

One last chance of reason,
to potion of sky splendor
& an orb below the horizon,
my heart & soul, I surrender.

Image: Wallpaper Flare

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