Another I wrote to a "future love", the "she" is me and the "her" is also me
***
She's just a marble saint
That you bow down to
She's been to hell and back
And still dreams of you
Waltzing past the desert
Of her love
She's thirsty, so thirsty
Quench her thirst
With your slow, moist kisses
Let your love fall
Like water
Let it wash over her
Free and unabiding
The giver of life
The giver of solace
The giver of passion
That you are...
Author notes
(2002)
In a list
What did you think
Comments
-
That was strong .
I esp loved
" She's thirsty, so thirsty
Quench her thirst
With your slow, moist kisses"
Wonderful, i enjoyed reading this very much so.
Adding your comment:
