Standing on the porch as sun sets to my left,Glass of Red catches its final glint in my hand,Raised up to my lips, it distracts my worrying linesAs lone gust of Autumn wind beneath the river birchcatches my solemn sight and for a moment I forget that I've been longing for you to come see me tonight.© EntangledDesigns

Write A Letter

Write a letter to me...Write a letter,not with ink but withyour finger tipsand hard-pressed lipsagainst my stark bare body.Make it rhyme not withwords but with the peaksof your breath compelledby that primal ravenous drive.Then sign it with a fieryawakening of your nameIn my quivering sternum thatsounds anew to my ears,Yet builds a yearning in my mouth,Wanting to scream it... Continue Reading →

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